Thursday, May 24, 2012

Jumped the Gun

Dammit; it's been snowing since 5 a.m. The flakes are mixed with raindrops, and the snow mostly melts when it hits the ground, but I'm leaving this afternoon for several days and the forecast is for frost tonight. So, though at first I said I wouldn't, I bundled up and hauled in all the pots I could carry. They will be safe in the porch till I get back. Those annuals in the ground already will have to take their chances, as sheets used to cover them end up soaked and crushing the plants beneath. Can't win fer losin'!

Every spring in recent years it's been the same ... in Saskatchewan we think the May long weekend it's safe to put our bedding plants into the ground. Well, maybe once upon a time it was; but not anymore. In future I am going to have to find a way to restrain myself from planting on beautiful warm days like this past weekend, and wait till June instead. It won't be easy. I've tried before, and failed; warm weather compels me to cooperate with the nurslings, which silently beg to be freed from their restrictive trays. But after lugging all these heavy pots in, saturated with rain, maybe I've learned my lesson. Patience.


  1. I can't imagine how annoying that would be---well, maybe if I went back about 10 years, when I still had a house, and hopefully planted things that were supposed to thrive in my zone.

  2. I think I've mixed up planting garden seeds on the long weekend and transplanting nurslings. It would be safe for seeds, but it's too risky for bedding plants yet. It's my own fault because I'm impatient.

  3. Here in Niagara we're sweating and my flowers are getting fried. It was too hot to work in the garden today.

  4. Scott phoned tonight and reported that it froze hard at home. Oh well; that'll teach me. Next year, nothing goes out before June.


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