What a glorious, sunny, warm weekend! I didn’t get done nearly all the things I wanted to (surprise? not really), but it felt wonderful to be out in the mud and lazy inside in the sunshine, and doing all those not-quite-summer-rush things. So! What all did I get up to?
I finally planted my garlic — yes, 6 months late — and discovered that the bed next to the house is actually workable all the way down. If I see anyone throwing out windows on their curb this year, I am definitely grabbing them to make cold frame covers for that bed. Just think — I might well be able to get like 3 months of fresh greens if I did it right!
I tried to set in my stakes for the peas… only to discover that the other bed is only thawed about 2 inches deep. The rest? Still frozen solid. Ouch. So I settled for greens and carrots in front of the garlic and chatting with The Boy about shelving for the greenhouse.
I need to digress here. My husband, not content with just getting me the awesome greenhouse for my birthday last year, has informed me that he will be building me classy cedar shelving for it, for to make it more useable. All on his own! Isn’t he wonderful? This led to a discussion of its relocation, as it is currently not in the sunniest spot it could be. We’ve agreed to move it to where I wanted to plant potatoes (although I think I can probably still get a spud or two adjacent to it…) where it’ll get at least 2 more hours of sun per day, and be much closer to the veggie beds to boot. Things are looking up on the garden front!
Indoors, I tackled my old nemesis: sourdough rye. For my birthday this year, the lovely Anna gifted me with the idiot-friendly translation of a recipe she’d used (with great success!) for a tasty rye bread. You may or may not remember that I’ve had a rye starter living in my fridge for nearly a year now (I named him SpongeBob Sourdough), and last week Anna sent me a gift of fresh yeast as well. Clearly I’d been slacking off for too long; it was time for me to Face The Rye.
So I did. And oh, am I ever glad. So glad, in fact, that I finished off nearly a quarter of the loaf before The Boy even had a slice. So good. The recipe in its original form, if you read Swedish, is here. Google-translation here. (I had a look through, and where “Dough” is referred to in capitals, I think it should read “starter”.)
I’ve been noodling about with other things, but these two were the most remarkable. How was everyone else’s first real weekend of spring?