I knew that something like this would happen. I may not be a gardener (yet), but I know what things I can easily buy when, and this isn’t the time of year for vegetable gardening items.
I was able to find an appropriate not-dirt mix for the stock tank at a reasonable price, even if I would have to drive 50 miles to get a truckload. We were also to find some appropriate “stuff” to use as a lower layer in the tank so that we wouldn’t need so much fill. I have a roll of landscape fabric left over from some landscaping work. I have peat pots to start the seedlings in. I have plastic sheeting and things I can use to make a framework to extend the growing season if needed.
What I can’t get, at least not locally, are seeds for anything that is both something we’d eat and would grow fast enough to work at this late date. We have found some supplies of seedlings, but none of them are items we like in our diet.
Adding to that, Sunday night I did something to my back that reaggravated an old injury. I’ve been to the chiropractor and that’s brought some relief, but it’s tender and will be for a while. Not the thing when you have a pickup load of “soilless soil” to move with a shovel.
When we eat supper, conversation is normally three things-something we’ve read in the news that we find interesting, how our respective days went and what we’re going to do tomorrow. When I mentioned that I wasn’t looking forward to the drive for not-dirt and that I’d need her to go to this list of places in town and hope for seeds, Mrs. Freeholder replied with “I think we’re getting a message here and we need to listen.”
I agree. So we’ll spend the time reading, watching YouTube and buying up the various things we need as soon as they appear. I’m considering attempting a very small-scale hydroponics setup in the basement, maybe raising some lettuce if I can find a place to order some seeds.
But for now, the garden is a dead letter.