Turns out gardeners are not desperate brides. This morning I headed off to the the Seattle Tilth plant sale with my son. We got there a few minutes before opening: me towing him in the wagon. The line was long but there were still 9 am (opening) bracelets available. Everyone was very friendly. And my growing boy wanted to start his adventure with a snack. So the first place we stopped was the Patty Pan Grill booth for a quesadilla.
Once we took care of my son's hunger, we managed to find most of what we were looking for. As the wagon began to fill, D took over dragging it around himself. He did a great job -- expertly navigating the crowds while I moved back and forth hunting down our next picks.
Ok. Maybe not so much. He is only four. A few people were bumped and apologies were offered. Gardeners are very nice people.
We brought our picks home and I started to set them out while D took a nap. I hope transplanting is not rocket science. I tried to treat everything gently -- but I was pretty quick about it. In the end I imagine time will tell -- we will see what is still thriving next weekend. I hope it all does. Today I put fennel, rainbow chard, some flowers, two types of cabbage, bull's blood beets, choy sum, and osaka purple mustard into the ground. The last two are things I have never tried in my life but sound tasty -- so I really hope this experiment works.
My final garden task of the day was to tuck the plants in for the night -- which I did with some remay and clamps. I hope everything is still looking good in the morning.
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