Another year, another blog post.
In less than a month, we'll add a Henry to the list of Lincoln Street Bernsteins, but for now it's just David, Camille, and Virginia...and we're doing some gardening. Last year's garden was a big disappointment--we never quite mustered the energy to prune or trim or fertilize or even water. The plants took over, the tomatoes contracted some horrible blight, and we failed to harvest a good half of the vegetables that grew. After a certain point, we just sort of...gave up. There was just too much going on with Virginia and... uh, there was something else, right? No? That was it? We're blaming the whole thing on Virginia? Okay, there it is: last year's miserable garden was all Virginia's fault. Well, that feels much better!
The plan with this year's garden is to scale down our ambitions. We're going to do a couple of things well, and that's it. The first step is to abandoned our grow lights. We may grow some vegetables from seed, but only if they can be planted directly in the ground. It's just too darn hard to care for the seedlings on a daily basis, and three out of four days just doesn't do it--too many plants die. Instead of the absurd number of tomato plants we had last year and the year before (up into the 20's, I think), we are going to have twelve. That way suckers can be picked, the plants won't be competing for sunlight, and watering won't take half an hour. We'll do beans, but fewer. Cucumber, but fewer. Squash, but fewer. Everything, but fewer! I feel lighter just saying it.
The garlic, planted last fall, is already on the loose, sprouting four new leaves (??) in the past two weeks. Between those rows, Virginia and I planted lettuce and mixed baby greens. So yes, the gardeners have returned, though whether we're triumphant is of yet to be determined.