It's pouring here. A big dark sky and rain. Rain we can't even see until we look at surface of the pond to see how hard it is.
This morning I woke up to the sound of rain. Then it was raining until late morning(?), when I ducked out and celebrated the Great Nasturtium Planting of 2015. I planted six varieties (about 25 seeds each) in a border: Tall Trailing Mix and Jewel Mix in the back, where I figure I'll put trellises; Empress of India in tufts where there's really nothing; and Peach Melba, Vesuvius, and Ladybird Nasturtium all in little tufts in the front, because these are the small bushy kind instead of the long lanky vines like the ones in the back. Since it's raining right now, I guess I really didn't need to soak the seeds overnight. I hope they all pop right up. I love nasturtiums and don't get to see them around here.
Around 5, we all finally went outside, and I cut the spent mesclun mix and the arugula and put them in the composter. A neat idea: give Absurdist Child an allowance for turning the composter, which he can easily do, on a daily basis? Because he's a collector of (Pixar) cars, (Thomas) trains, and (Disney) Planes, he's always chomping at the bit for money or toys, and for the last couple months has been trying to stay up to wish on a star and then wanting to impress the wishing star by doing good deeds (occasionally). Of course, right now he goes to bed before the sun does, so the whole wishing star thing is pretty tough, not that he goes to sleep. He's always had a tough time going to sleep, and so far this summer is worse. Even with blackout curtains, it's hard for him to go to sleep. Anyway, should I have turning the composter on a daily basis as a chore that he can do to earn money? I don't like giving kids money for things they should do anyway, and I think everyone should contribute to the "team," but turning the composter seems like something extra enough that he should be able to earn something for it. What do you think?
Anyway, I got rid of the mesclun mix and the arugula and the sad excuse for radishes and put all that extra soil into the potato barrels. It was so, so muggy.
It blows my mind how fecund everything is. You plant a seed, and it comes up. Yes, I've screwed up some plants, but mostly, they grow. And grow and grow and grow. It's amazing. Where I grew up, it was basically chaparral, almost but not quite a desert. Scrubby. And of course near the ocean where some people really had gardens appropriate to the area, you could see how few nutrients got trapped there in that sandy soil, everything moving through it all the time. Nasturtiums love that. Here, in the bed, it's packed clay. In other places, probably near the pond, maybe it's sandy. But this is not chaparral with the gray-green and brown-green. Here we have yellow green, spring green, a green so bright it takes you aback, a real pulsing straight green. It's very different planting in a cleared forest than irrigated chaparral. It's so easy. Except, maybe, for the nasturtiums. We'll see how they do. They did very well in pots on the balcony at the apartment. We'll see how they do in this clay.
I did also do some work. Instead of being able to turn in my Report-I-Always-Turn-In-Late after the quarter is over, I had to get it done a bit earlier because they moved up the date. But mostly I've been lazy on the work front. I've gotten student emails and responded to a few, but mostly I need a day off. And this is it.