It is no secret I am not much of a gardener. I just don’t have the knack for it. But other people in my family do. That’s the only way stuff gets grown around here.
This early in the year, they like to plant things inside homespun cold frames, which are basically crude structures of four hay bales placed side by side and filled with dirt to become sort of protected raised beds.
(Josie likes adding a personal touch.)
We then cover them with old windows overnight to protect the seeds (and, later, seedlings) from the night chill. If the day is nice, we remove the windows during the day (which it is the case most days) so the plants don’t overheat and die. It is for this reason that we are always on the lookout for old discarded windows by the roadside. Or we were once, anyway.
Then we they plant seeds in them. This year they planted lettuce, spinach, peas, and radishes – in other words, some of the foods you want to be growing early, while it is still relatively cool, because they don’t do very well in the heat.
And then you water them.
And then you play inside a wheelbarrow – the finest thing to play in, if you ask my five-year-old.