(Bare with me…this could be a long one. We had a little incident that might require some marital counseling.)
Meet helper #1.
Last week I was feeling adventurous and took the boys with me to the “big tools store,” which also happens to sell plants and seeds. And also happened to have a BOGO (buy one get one free) sale on all potted vegetables and herbs, as well as seeds. Too bad I missed that sale
As I was unloading the baby and the plants from the car, I asked Ryan to retrieve the wagon from the back. He cheerfully ran off to get the wagon (and his froggy chair) and returned to the van to help me load the plants into the wagon. He insisted that his froggy chair come along for the ride with the plants, because “I want to have my chair there so I can watch.”
(When buying “dirt”-y plants, take boxes or trash bags to lay on the floor of your car or trunk to avoid getting dirt all over the place. Boxes work best, as plants won’t topple on sharp turns.)
Well, the froggy chair didn’t make it on the plant’s big ride from the van to the planters. And thankfully, Ryan was cool with that concept. He just carried his froggy chair along side the wagon as we moved the plants to their new home.
Next up…take out the Printable Garden Planners and place the plants where they will get planted. Rearrange the plants and rework your plan if need be. (I did. Three times!).
Nope…that’s not where the peppers and basil ended up. This was Plan A. They ended up elsewhere, according to Plan C.
After I set the plants out and made rearrangements, I placed them into a baking dish with water for a little while. This allows the roots to soak up water and helps with the transplanting process. It makes the move a little less traumatic for the little baby plants!
The Romaine lettuce is ready to be moved. It was in one of the plastic black “9-pack” containers. After watering the roots, I just gently squeezed them out and plopped them all into the dirt near their new home.
For the plants in the “peat wrap” containers, I find it easiest to cut all the way down the side of the peat wrap, and then gently pull the roots away from the peat wrap. After placing the roots and plant into the hole, then I cut up the peat wrap and add a few pieces around the plant before pushing the dirt around and filling in the airspace around the plant. And the plant will live happily ever after in its new home.
Oh, we’re not done yet…newly transplanted plants need water. And they should be watered carefully. And gently.
I instructed the boys on how to water the base of the plants and to let the water out slowly. The roots need to be treated with care as they adapt to their new dirt.
So Ryan was doing a great job watering…and then he got to the cilantro. And….
And you can see what happened to the poor cilantro. It was standing up strong and straight, and then it was dumped on. And they collapsed.
I really wanted the boys to help with the garden this year…but I think I’ll wait until the plants are a bit stronger and they can help with watering when it comes time to water with the spray hose.
Notice how Charlie so carefully waters the herbs in the Lasagna pot. He still has his “watering the transplants privileges.” Despite the fact that his older brother lost his.
Below, in the “Lasagna Pot,” we have thyme, oregano, and basil. In the big black spot, I’ll add in another herb later.
Into the planter, I planted the peppers, onions, Romaine and marigold. I also planted seeds for radishes, dill and hot peppers.
While prepping the dirt to plant the hot pepper seeds, I made a stab with my trowel into the next section of dirt.
And something wiggled in the dirt. I jumped back and started screaming like a school girl. I had no idea what I had hit with the trowel. A snake. A big poisonous scary worm. Didn’t think it would be/could be a frog. (I’ve never seen a frog in our yard. Ever!).
Scream like a school girl I did and Steve came running out to see what all the fuss was about.
“There’s something wiggling in the garden. Go see what it is!”
“Oh, it’s just a harmless little frog.”
“A frog. You know how I hate frogs.”
A little background for you.
For six years of my adult life, I lived in the Dominican Republic. I loved the DR. I loved the simplicity. I loved my ministry there. I loved those I worked with, and those I taught.
One little thing I didn’t love…the SUCKY FROGS.
There were these little pale green frogs that sucked to the wall. And could HOP like none other I’d ever seen. They were a little slimy and the secretions from their skin were poisonous. So needless to say, I developed a little fear. That turned into a bigger fear with each passing day. Anytime I saw a SUCKY FROG, I verged on hyperventilation and came as close to an anxiety attack as I’ve ever been in my life. (Even typing this makes my heart race, and I’m thousands of miles from the nearest SUCKY FROG.)
So let’s talk about the HOPPING part. They could hop from one side of the room to another. They could hop from the floor to the ceiling. They could HOP into my hair. And get stuck.
That is the real issue. You see, I have a lot of hair. It’s thick and it’s very full. Growing up in South Texas, I developed what was then a healthy fear of cockroaches flying into my hair and getting stuck. And then I would have to touch the roach. And then I would vomit. Neither of which I was really a fan of doing.
So my healthy fear of cockroaches flying into my hair and getting stuck turned into an unhealthy fear of SUCKY FROGS getting stuck in my hair in the Dominican Republic.
One time when I was still single, I was in my room, when I came across a SUCKY FROG in my bathroom. I closed the door right away and stuffed a towel at the base of the door so that it couldn’t wiggle out underneath the door. I then ran to the phone to call Steve, my soon to be Knight in Shining Sucky Frog Armor (we were engaged at the time). He was clear across town and not in a position to come rescue me. So I had to do this one on my own.
But I couldn’t do it. All I had to do was open the door and encourage it to come out and hop out of my room. But I couldn’t.
So I called one of my roommates to come help. She bravely opened the door and used a broom to encourage it to hop out of the bathroom. It did. And now it was high up on the wall in my bedroom and needed a few more hops to get out the bedroom door. She went at it with the broom again. And guess what happened.
IT HOPPED INTO HER HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wanted to vomit. I almost did.
It was in HER hair and I wanted to vomit because it was almost like it had hopped in my hair.
Oh, but she was SO BRAVE. She let out a shriek. A big shriek. The other roommates came running. She batted it out of her hair. I almost vomited again. It hopped out of my room.
Palpable fear. Y’all.
(My heart is still racing as I type.)
Once Steve and I were married, I had a big strong husband who wasn’t afraid of sucky frogs, and who could get rid of them anytime they showed up. And that he did. He was my Knight in Shining SUCKY FROG Armor once and for all.
He was so brave. And protected me from my fears.
Or so I thought!
Fast forward a few years…to this past week. And we find this little friend in the garden.
Ready for a showdown. Ready to protect his home.
Get off my sprouts little dude.
He had no care for my garden. None at all. And he needed to be removed.
See. Sitting square on my greens sprouts. Not cool dude!
So my Knight in Shining SUCKY FROG Armor comes to the rescue, encouraging the little thing to hop on out of the garden so he can scoop it up and get rid of it.
(Insert school girl scream here. And there. And every 3 seconds. Because I was afraid that the frog I had stabbed and probably wounded would hop up from the ground into my hair. That’s almost 6 feet folks.)
(Completely irrational. I know!)
It hopped out of the garden fence and my Knight in Shining SUCKY FROG Armor scooped him up.
With fear and trembling in my voice, I asked my Knight to bring the frog a little closer so I could snap a shot of the first garden critter.
He teased. (Knowing full well my fear of frogs. And hopping. And roaches. And hair.)
He started to “toss” the frog my direction as I tried to snap a shot.
He teased some more.
He started to chase me with the frog. And remember the frog is now totally within “HOPPING DISTANCE” of my hair.
I screamed. I shrieked. I ran.
My Knight. My Knight in Shining GARDEN FROG Armor was chasing me. With said garden frog. Within HOPPING DISTANCE.
I screamed some more. I shrieked a little louder.
I ran. In fear.
He ran faster. I ran faster.
At this point, I am in a full sprint around the side of the house, screaming and laughing at the same time. Almost in tears. (An interesting emotional state, really.)
But as soon as I stopped and turned around and began YELLING at my KNIGHT…(Who, you should all know, has been DE-Knighted.)
He stopped. It was then he knew.
See the look on his face. He knew we was in trouble.
(Insert call to the marriage counselor here.)
No really, we worked it out. We’re cool.
And I still love my Knight in Shining Armor.
(But next time there’s a frog in the garden, I’m calling Animal Control. They won’t chase after me with the frog!)
OK, back to the garden…
The Arugula, Red Cabbage, Greens and Spinach sprouts have all grown their “second leaves.”
And the other plants are happy in their new homes.
And here is how we it all looks today.
We just LOVE hearing what’s happening in your garden each week!!! Or what little critters you may have encountered in your garden! Or any irrational fears you may have for that matter!
Whether it’s small harvest, or a large one, we wanna know! Feel free to link up your blog post below…or leave an update in the comments!!!