Last night I started transplanting my garden sprout-lettes. Before that I had collected and clean an assortment of bigger plastic pots from the garden house.

Then I counted the zucchini and realized that the pots I had were not enough for each to have it's own pot much less to transplant the okra and beans into. Since the pots were varying sizes doubled and tripled some of the bigger pots.

Then there was the matter of dirt to transplant them into. Last weekend, I whacked the bee hive that was hidden along the wall of the compost. I could never see it but knew it was there and was always careful when adding my kitchen scraps to the pile. I thought I was being careful last week, too. But I was standing on one section of the pile and turning the other section with a gardening thingy (not a shovel, I know that word). Ok, so that meant leaving it alone for this past week. Of course, now it's not really possible to get any compost from there for a bit. I need to leave it alone, plus I'm afraid they will recognize me and attack! Seriously.

Fortunately, (sort of) my neighbor, JW, bought tomatoes in growing bags last summer but didn't grow them, so there are three bags of rich tomato dirt in his garden house. And fortunately, he's very nice and is letting me have it for my growing jungle.

So, last night I started transplanting my garden sprout-lettes. I started with the beans then the zucchini. I finished it up this afternoon with the rest of the zucchini and okra then I ran out of pots and dirt. Back to the garden house for more pots (not many left) and old tomato soil.

Now, my front room looks like a gardening center or some crazed, slightly Victorian bent. Plants on the bench in the front window, plants on the airless camping air mattress covering the Middle Eastern rug on the floor across the floor to within 12 inches of the cream-colored sofa. That's where I sit -- on that little patch of me-shaped floor with water bottle, lime green plastic bucket of tomato dirt, pots and seedlings in their growing trays all within arms reach.



I'm going to have to find someplace to put these. I'm running out of space and they aren't ready to go outside yet. We've only had 3 days Spring in the past month.
And one of snow.


Oh, and I think I've killed my wonderful creeping rosemary plants. I think I overwatered them and caused the roots rot. but I'm going to transplant them into a bigger pot anyway. Just in case.
Hey ho.