Today is the Maple Festival parade, and we are cursed with the usual Maple Festival weather -- which is to say, crap. Cold, blustery, spitting snow or sleet. Though I must admit, the sun came out for a few blessed minutes while Mr. Jefferies and I went out to bring the compost out and check on the garden. But I'm not going to bother going to the parade.
Meanwhile, I've been updating a laptop that was unplugged from the internet for (apparently) too long. It's been stuck on "installing update 12 of 22" for the last.... oh, I don't know... three hours? I think I might have to do a hard shutdown and start it back up again. Oh joy.
I didn't waste the time while waiting, though. I started a new bag for felting. I've got that felted bag class to teach in June, and I promised to bring a bunch of felted bags for show and tell. When I made the promise, I had forgotten that I had sent many of them to church bazaars and such, last fall. Smart me!
But I've been having fun making them. Mr. Jefferies approves, as well:
He looks like he's contemplating riding this one (pre-felting) down the stairs, doesn't he?
So about the garden, the poor garden. We've got proof that the cheap coldframe works. Here is what those seedlings that I put out last week look like inside the coldframe:
The ones in the uncovered bed: dead and gone.
I removed their carcasses and chucked them to the side this morning, so that I could plant rows of these in their place:
Red Dutch onion sets, white Dutch onion sets, mixed radish seeds, rainbow chard seeds, and Winter Density lettuce seeds. They should do just fine, even if the cold weather continues for a little while.
I've made a decision not to bother planting peas this year. I find they are too space-hogging and labor-intensive to harvest, and they are never ready for eating here until about July 4th or later, which leaves me wishing I had that space for planting tomatoes or other things sooner than they are ready, and it's an awkward time to suddenly have a large blank spot in the garden. Of course, I will probably change my mind by the end of next week, and anyone walking by would catch me out there planting pea seeds. Fickleness is a gardener's prerogative.