This weekend the tomatoes go in. I have co-workers waiting for me to plant my tomatoes so they will know when to plant theirs. It's a big responsibility, I tell Michael. What if it freezes again? But it's March 6th and the weather looks good at least until the weekend. If we do get a freeze everyone will just have to be prepared to cover their plantings.
What is more troubling is the state of my asparagus bed. It seems to me that we should have shoots already but instead we have divets where the hens have scratched and rolled. I have a fear that I won't see asparagus in that bed again but I choose instead to believe in good, so I piled on the compost, watered with a fish based fertilizer, strung my flimsy-fancy coated wire border 3/4 around the perimeter and sunk a tomato cage contraption at one end in an effort to support the cloth that I draped over the whole thing and anchored down with an array of rocks, the heaviest I could find.
I know it's not supposed to freeze and the cloth may make it a bit warmer than it should be but by god, the chickens will not win. I'm going to leave it like this until I see shoots emerge. Wish me luck.
in The Little Prince?