Garden plans appear to work for other people, and I am developing a theory–just in its infancy but coming along you know– that there are miscellaneous so-called Rules of Nature which do not apply to life as I know it. And when I forget that, well then I get into terrible situations like the current traffic jam of plants which has come into being in spite of my absolute best efforts at planning.
(Note: I take full responsibility for forgetting that planning doesn’t work.)
So I planted snow peas because Mr O thinks snow peas are about as wonderful as a vaccine against cancer if it existed which it doesn’t but snow peas do. So as I told the dog, “The snow peas can grow on the cucumber trellis because they are Early Plants and will be Finished before the cucumbers even dream, in their wildest cucumber dreams, of venturing out into the world.” (For the record, the dog nodded.)
As it happened, the snow pea vines came up late then got enormous…
Meantime, back in the greenhouse, the cucumbers grew tendrils and giant aggressive leaves:
To recap: the peas were happily beginning to produce on the cucumber trellis and the cucumber plants were tipping over and ready to be planted to the garden on what they feel is, by right of birth, Their Trellis.
The tension mounted between the two plant groups, and I feared there could be violence, but at the same time I could not imagine transplanting five-foot tall pea plants. (They would of course compost well but Mr O will have his salad snow peas.)
It was a horrible dilemma which demanded immediate action, and you will be thrilled to hear that as a solution Max the terrier and I began a systematic search for material from which to make an emergency additional trellis, so exciting. We found no more bed springs but some pruning of tree limbs had occurred and we built a new twig cucumber trellis.
Now I will be the first to observe that it somehow brings to mind antlers and does appear structurally questionable but in truth it is quite sturdy, with all braces anchored together with my best creative knotting which is to say each knot it different because as you may know I failed as a Brownie so was never promoted to Girl Scout either– but maybe only Boy Scouts learn knots anyway, I don’t know.
Also I did read Two Years Before the Mast yet I didn’t learn about rigging knots or even about getting the masts straight but trust me the twig arbor is quite sound and somewhat beyond picturesque, more like grotesque maybe… (I will not be creating a poll for opinions on this.)
The weather is still crazy-cold at night but there simply comes a time when young cucumber plants must be booted out of the safe greenhouse and stuck into the earth and told to get on with it because the pickle crock is empty and waiting.
And today was that day.
You can see them huddled there together. I even added a few more vertical branches because I knew it couldn’t look worse and if everyone had their own branch surely the whole climbing thing would go more smoothly. It was quite fun all told, and the sunny afternoon was lovely.
Now here’s a closer image of the baby cucumber plants because I wanted you to see them well before they all die tonight when the temperature drops 30 degrees.
In better news, the clematis vines have danced forth from the cold earth into a veritable neurosis of bloom!
The one above is called “Ice Blue” and you can see its pretty blue stripes and yes there are some kind of speckly bits too which I didn’t notice before… I must remember to vacuum the flowers before I take pictures.
Here are Japanese irises that I moved last fall. They hadn’t bloomed in maybe eight years in dry shade and here they are all glorious blue with that cool white edge– so pretty it was worth the wait–and quite dust-free too.