Easter may be over, but winter it seems, is not. This week I learned the hard way that an absence of snow (albeit five days) does not mean it’s Spring.
For the last few weeks I’ve been growing seedlings at home – much to the annoyance of Unhusband. Apparently he didn’t install a new kitchen for me to turn it into a greenhouse. Oh, really? The peas are loving it.
Anyway, this Saturday, the sun finally put in an appearance, so I decided to put Unhusband out of his misery and take the pea seedlings to the other greenhouse – the one at the allotment. Unfortunately, I made the classic gardening mistake of forgetting to shut the greenhouse door. On Sunday, I returned to a wilted, weeping mass of unidentifiable chlorophyll.
Peas are supposed to be hardy and should be able to withstand the cold. But not when they’ve been raised in a warm, loving environment of 19.5 degrees Centigrade.
My other fatal mistake was not hardening them off. This means taking the seedlings outside for a few hours each day for a week or so, then moving them to a coldframe or greenhouse (and preferably shutting the door) before finally transplanting them outside when you’re absolutely sure it’s not going to snow / freeze / hail.
To be fair, I think those peas would have died even if I had shut the greenhouse door. I’m sticking to the kitchen for the next few weeks.
I should have known it wasn’t Spring. Unhusband hasn’t even lit the barbecue yet. It must be cold…..