I transplanted the tomatoes into the garden this afternoon … they’re cozy in their wall o’water cones as are the zucchini, some of the cucumbers, and the eggplants. The peppers are on their own, and I hope they’ll be okay — the temperatures have been in the mid-fifties during the day with intermittent rain, and down into the forties at night. The sides of the cucumber peat pots were growing little tiny oyster mushrooms on them. Interesting. But we’ve had lots of lovely soft rain, perfect rain for transplants, and it’s supposed to keep up for about the next ten days, so, although it’s a little early to put things out, I figured I might as well go for it.
And yes, a wee bit of Patrick went in with the tomatoes, but not the zucchini. He hated zucchini and I didn’t have the heart to send him off on his journey through the food chain in a vegetable he hated.