It’s Going to be a Cold One

Oh the forecast doesn’t look very warming this week coming. Down right frigid they say. My only worry is the little heater in the bulb room not keeping up to the sub zero temperatures but the temperature alarm is set and can only hope the temperatures don’t dip below 35. I’m not worried about the bulbs dipping below that, in fact after this cold spell we are going to drop the temperature down to 40, it is at 45 right now. What I am worried about is all the dahlias that are stored in there that shouldn’t dip below 40.

Last Monday was the first day of tulip crate hauling. The first 4 crates are in as well as a crate of narcissus. They are all looking really good, especially the narcissus that I can see the flower buds and they are putting on growth.

Four crates of tulips, one narcissus

Because if the frigid cold temps forecasted I hauled in tomorrows crates in this afternoon. It is better for the bulbs, better for me and better for the house because I didn’t have a door opener, he was busy scraping ice off the driveway before tonights snow.

Some of the seeds have started to germinate which is always exciting. The red tone yarrow is up, the pink shades not so much, but it was old seed so I need to get some more in my travels. The eucalyptus is up, pansies starting and the echinops looks like I will really be able to see it versus thinking I am seeing it start to germinate. It is a very fine line. Later this week I will start the cool annuals.

Remember I told you all last week that I was bad because I hadn’t pulled the ranunculus and anemone out of the high tunnel and and I was lamenting their death? Well the other day I went in and pulled the corms. They look good! I think that because the soil was soooo dry that they somehow survived. The real test will be when I soak them to sprout in the middle of next month but I am keeping my fingers crossed.

That is about all that is happening here at Lottarock at the moment. I will be back next week with more tales to tell I am sure. Until then,

Allie. I dream of flowers, do you?

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