peeps from the incubator
April 27. When I came in for the evening I heard peeps from the incubator. Lin couldn’t remember – well, I couldn’t either – when she started this batch, but thought they had another week. When I looked, I saw no movement or cracked eggs. But so far this morning there are 3 tiny Americaunas. I’ve set up a box with a heat lamp in the bathroom.
Rain all night, over two and a half inches, and still coming down. Big gusts of wind waving the flowering crab apple branches and setting off the wicker rocker on the deck. The next moment sun shines through and the green of everything becomes suddenly almost unbearably vivid. Gone the next moment though, and then a renewed torrent. Ah, spring.
Animals get attention before plants, so some days it seems like it’s all chickens around here, but of course the plant world carries us all. We still have 15 flats of baby tomatoes, peppers, and flowers going outside every morning and back into the living room each night (sounds like they march in and out on their own), another 10 flats in the main hoophouse (some nights with row cover for a few more degrees of protection), and I just started 6 more flats: cukes, melons, squash, and zinnias. I’m hoping for seed crops of my new favorite watermelon, Cream of Saskatchewan, and for Trombetta squash. I don’t often like white fruits or vegetables. In fact Cream of Saskatchewan may be the first I like so much I intend to grow all I can eat and save seed to sell. The pleasure of eating it last summer made us groan, and its northern heritage allowed it to ripen in this climate of nightly 40-50-degree temperature drops. And Trombetta, my favorite summer squash for nutty taste, firm texture, and the most extravagant climbing vines. The zinnias are part of the wedding flower project, about which more later.