Here we are at June 7 and I am still planting flowers in the cutting garden. All the flowers that had fried to a crispy toast have been removed and replanted. Some replacements I had on deck, some are new ones that hadn’t been planted yet. Although I have tried to keep the beds planted in blocks to make harvesting easier, and it looks way cooler, it is now a bit haphazard. Oh well, they are all growing well now. I probably have another, let me think, four or five flats of 806’s which translates to 6×8=48×5=240 plants that yet have to go into the ground. All this week. Maybe Tuesday.
Meanwhile, bed construction still continues. I have most of the area flagged out, and we are shaping the spaces slowly. Hot work, but with Steve on the tractor and me shoveling it really does go faster than with just me. Tidier as well. Hopefully by July all the beds will be filled and if we ever get some decent rain, cover crops sown. If not, it will just be with what we have. Cardboard, wood chip and a dusting of compost. I also have the last fifty narcissus bulbs to get shifted this week because the sunflowers are beginning to go in and I need the space for them.
At the moment we seem to be going into a short lull. The ranuncs and anemones are nearing the end, sad, they were stunning, and the peonies are just hanging on to their tight buds with all their might. I have a few singles, but the bigger wow ones are taking their sweet time.
Listening to a podcast this afternoon after a short respite up at the lake cottage, a farming flower couple were excited because they were taking their first vacation together after seven years of starting their flower farm. Oh to be so young. My body wouldn’t last to those rigors anymore. Hopefully after this year the biggest push will be over, and then it will just be normal hard work.
Until next time, Allie