So far, the garden seems to have survived the ice saints well. On Sunday, I had already planted kohlrabi, Chinese cabbage, arugula, and savoy cabbage as well as sown cut lettuce and planted onions. They don’t really care about that for now. The fig tree has already set 20 fruits; I carefully wrapped it up just in case.
I’m already tapping my feet, waiting for Cold Sophie to pass so I can finally plant all the pre-grown corn outside, put the chilis, the tomatoes, melon pear, etc., in pots. So there’s a bit more room to move around in the greenhouse again.
My beloved plum tree, which I planted 4 years ago, is probably done for. It’s not making a sound. And it had grown so beautifully...
The plant delivery for the 80-meter earthen wall by the street has also already arrived and is waiting to be planted out: a medlar, two hazelnuts, two serviceberries, one sea buckthorn, and 25 blackthorns... That’s going to be fun.