As a reasonably long time resident of the Oregon coast I should have a handle on weather patterns right?
We get rain here.
Have you heard about that?
Well it's true...
Our seasonal average is somewhere north of 70 inches...
And I totally try to pretend it's not true...but it is.
BUT fairly often in January we get a spurt of sunshiney awesomeness and in my little pretend world I'm back in San Diego and Spring has arrived.
It gets me through til spring break when I really do get to be in San Diego.
This year we got bonus sunshiney awesomeness.
Four weeks instead of two.
And we were all gettin our Spring on.
Things started to really look good in the garden.
Cauliflower happiness abounds.
Seriously, we had no idea this was even out there since I don't venture out nearly as much in the rain.
Also I'd like to take a moment to mention that these shots were the first time I got to use my new lens.
My first Big Girl for real glass.
The Nikon 50mm f1.4 G
I think I'm in love.
Purpleness happening too.
Some side shooting broccoli...
And some Purple Cape Cauliflower....
Some definite visual coolness...
The kale is starting to look like a palm trees...which I love.
It goes along with my tropical fantasies.
And while the slugs were having a field day with outer cabbage leaves there is still lot left for fish tacos and Asian salads.
What's up with the slugs this year anyhow??
I have never, ever seen this many.
I'm considering approaching my friend Vanessa about starting a Rent-A-Duck business.
I'm sure the ducks would eat only the slugs and not touch anything else right??
So here's where my Springlike delusions start to cause me some concern...
The fruit trees are falling for it.
It's all a big lie and they are totally falling for it.
For the past two years we've gotten about 3 Asian Pears because they fall for the fakey Spring and then the hail hits.
I do love that they seem to be eternal optimists though.
The peach tree too...
Falling for it.
I'm not as worried about that one though since it seems to be able to hold it's own when the real weather returns.
All this sunshiney goodness had me in a gamblin mood.
The row that we covered in plastic last year (you know, the one that caused me much guilt and angst)
Made it super easy to get a row ready to plant.
I'm almost a total convert...still some teensy guilt floating around but I think I can alleviate that with some biodegradable version and run a tester on that.
So I threw caution to the wind and planted carrots, onion, lettuce, spinach and turnips.
And it felt goooood.
Wild and crazy huh?
Wild seed sowing abandon I tell ya.
The cold snap back in December messed with my greenhouse big time this year.
Arugula, Mache and Sorrel were the only survivors among the seeded greens.
Lettuce, spinach and carrots... not so much. Not at all really.
The back ups of the outside stuff are lookin great.
And they popped right up.
Which is great because we love radishes but we have a horrible track record with growing them outside.
And since all of my unscientific experiments are....
We never have really figured out quite what the problem is.
Suffice it to say it's not worth wasting seeds on.
So I went happily along with my spring fantasies until Thursday.
When I woke up to this!
It's not supposed to snow here.
I can't drive when it snows.
My inner San Diegan freezes up and panics.
I tried to use that an excuse not to make it to the gym that day.
Rich laughed and reminded me that it was two inches....and I have an all wheel drive vehicle.
So I laced up my sneakers, threw back my shoulders and begged him to have his phone on in case I ended up in a ditch...since had to make it at least 100 feet down the road before there was no snow....
So remember this?
It became this...
Woot! She gambles....and gets burned.
It's in there....I swear on my flip flops.
And of course the pear tree I tried to persuade to hold off on the blooms...
Felt the sting.
I won't collect pear recipes this year.
The hoops and nets on the blueberry bushes collapsed in despair...
This one got the prize for visual coolness...pun intended.
We have another chilly week ahead and I'll just hang out and see what happens and try to pay attention when I hear my inner voice say "step away from the seed packets".