Gardens, like rebellions, are built on hope.

Garden planning is one of my annual goals. Planning generally starts in January or February, since some indoor planting can start as early as mid-February, depending on what I’m growing that particular year. This year was a late start for me, I didn’t plant anything until almost mid-March.

I try to use up my old seeds first, so I sort through them when I begin garden planning, and then see what I need to fill in my planting gaps.  This year, I have a lot of leftover seeds, so all I bought was a couple varieties of large tomatoes.  This is where hope starts kicking in… I hope the old seeds will still germinate.  This was the last year for the pepper seeds, none of them sprouted.

Seed starts, from planting (top half) to seedlings (bottom half). With luck, many tomatoes will be produced and consumed.
Seed starts, from planting to seedlings. With luck, many tomatoes will be produced and consumed.

As they sprout, I hope I remember to open the curtains, to get some sun in on the new growth.  I’m actually fairly good at that.  As it warms up, I hope the forecast is accurate… I check it each morning and decide whether to put the pots (well, yogurt cups) all the way outside, just outside the front door (where they’re partially covered), or leave them in the house.  Every day they’re in the house, I hope the kitten doesn’t decide to knock any of them down or destroy any of the seedlings.  Especially the tomato plants, since the leaves have a nice bounce to them.  And I hope I pick the right days to put them out, and the right nights to leave them out to harden as it cools, but hopefully not too much.  Here in Illinois, the nights can vary wildly – we may see a 10 degree drop one night, and a 30 degree drop the next – so I have to choose carefully.

They don’t all survive.  You can see in the photo that I started with more cups than I have now.  Some sprouted and then faded while still tiny.  I planted at least 3 cups of basil; I have one left.  And while there’s an overwhelming number of tomatoes, half of those are cherry tomatoes that are more likely to make it into the mouth than the house when harvested.

At some point soon, I hope I pick the right time to move them outside.  As you can see, they’re getting a bit tall for those little yogurt cups, but we’ve had a couple nights where the temperature was still in the 40s.  Once they’re big enough, they’ll probably be OK with a night or two that gets that low, so it’s entirely possible they relocate to a couple different spots this upcoming weekend.  I think it’s safe… I took a gamble and planted peas about 10 days ago, and those are coming up nicely.