I wonder if the title of this post shouldn't be: Maybe I just can't do this.
Since the spring slug massacre of the mini-g, my early optimism on seedlings has dissolved. I lost the majority of my tomato seedlings that night, and despite planting more, of several varieties, nothing has germinated yet. Since the first sowing seemed to spring out of the soil almost like magic, I have become worried at the lack of movement. It's disappointing, because honestly, if I had to choose only one vegetable (alright, fruit) to eat for the rest of my life, I'd choose tomatoes without any hesitation. They're one of the biggest reasons I applied for a plot actually, because our yard is either full shade or partial shade and no tomatoes are going to grow there. But it's not just the tomatoes that are worrying me. All the most recent seedlings seem to be in stasis. Celeriac, terrible; runner beans, nothing. Comfrey. 1/8. Repotting some of them has helped a bit, but I'm leery of repotting seedlings for a second time that haven't developed their true leaves or seem to have outgrown the pot. Anyway, I've moved the worst cases back into the incubator in my bedroom until it warms up a bit. And I try not to look at them too much in case my meddling and worrying is giving them performance anxiety.
Also, making my bench and all the sawing and breaking up pallets is tiring me out. Heavy, boring work. To be honest, I'm tempted to sneak down to the plot and have an outlawed bonfire (I won't, I'm too much of a square,) just so I can see the back of the wood and not feel responsible for it, much less feel like I should do constructive projects with it. I know this is just tiredness talking - but it feels so hard. Lugging huge pallets about and great sections of fence is a tough job for one person (me). I was resisting it, but I think it might be time to ask for help. I have a couple of male friends who have offered, a couple of times, to help. I just don't want to be 'rescued'. Maybe a good night's sleep and a successful day tomorrow on the plot will help. Or drive me to arson. Only time will tell.

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