They are saying (who are “they”, by the way?) that the temperature might reach 80 degrees on Monday. That will be quite a change from today when it might have hit 60. Maybe. As a person who is happiest when I am digging in the dirt, this spring (and I use the term reluctantly) has been less than pleasant. I like to work in the garden when it isn’t too, too hot, but when it is too, too wet, not so much. One good thing, weeds do come out pretty readily from soggy soil. But planting must wait for another day– or another week, perhaps.
I bought a pair of hardy kiwi vines from a mail order place in Oregon. I purchased a pair of them locally last year, and the male died, while the female survived and is doing quite well. So I needed another male (they won’t set fruit without a male present) and decided to add another female also. But it has been too wet to plant them, so they are sitting in their pots. These kiwis are not the brown fuzzy ones that you find at the grocery. Those must be grown in warmer climates. These are green ones the size of large grapes, and they are hardy in this area. I’ve always wanted to try to grow them.
They vine, of course, as the name implies, and I’ve got to put up a sturdy trellis pretty soon so that the one that is growing from last year and the male from this year, which are pretty good sized already, have somewhere to go. The second female is still tiny– I just transplanted her into a nursery pot to grow on since I can’t plant in the ground yet.
I’ll keep you posted on how they do.
Written by Lynn on the slope of Teasel Hill where the temperature is around 60 and rain threatens–again.