Lockdown affects everyone, just in different ways. I don’t mind being alone, and like many writers, prefer it most of the time. Not having so many emails to deal with is a bonus. But I truly am desperate to garden.
My little Podular housette is delayed, of course – the site is all ticked off and ready and waiting – but although things were going along swimmingly in Rotorua where the housette is being built, Lockdown saw it locked down.
In desperation I thought I better get some seeds started. Hunting through the garage I found spring onions (shallots) and radish. You can hardly make a meal out of such a combo, but undeterred, I had my hands in the soil pretty fast once the decision was made. I lugged soil down to a sunny spot and filled it into a deep polystyrene container and planted the seeds on Monday. I thought about covering the top with a sheet of plastic to keep in warmth overnight and speed germination, but I forgot about it, and at midnight when I remembered, I thought, ‘bugger that’, as you do. I watered the soil yesterday then checked this morning, and I kid you not, the radish must have been desperate to jump out of their packet into soil to start doing their thing because they’ve sprouted already! It’s quite inspiring. I know it’s not, much, but in Lockdown I’ll take anything. Our local supermarket was all sold out of seeds when I did a mercy dash yesterday, apart from, you guessed it, packs of radish and spring onion seeds. Oh, there was a pack of basil, which I grabbed, so I’ll get that going later today. Gardening again! YAY!!!