Watering in the dark

eragrostisYep. Dark. I was hauling the hose in the pitch dark tonight. I was watering like made but I realised I could barely see the plants, so it was time to come in.

That was probably because I spent so much time potting on these eragrostis grasses.  Grown from seed just a few weeks ago.

They are going to have a tough time over the next two weeks while I’m away. But I’m hoping the temperature will finally drop and they won’t dessicate utterly in the potting shed.  And hopefully Elodie will be able to water them once or twice.

They have the best potting mix – the mighty Floragard – so that’s good.  I bought two sacks from town yesterday.  I usually worry there won’t be enough of the good stuff to go around as Vernoux doesn’t have much use for good potting compost.

But the owner of Gamm Vert told me that our local big market gardener Luc won’t sow his seeds in anything else.  (Hah! I’ve been telling the owner for four years now that there is nothing better for giving seeds a good start.) shade garden fully mulched

Next time I see Luc I must thank him for ensuring that we get a pallet of Floragard more regularly from now on.  And the spooky thing is it’s no more expensive that the hopeless dry dust they try and fob off as potting compost.

Oh, and another reason for my long day: I finished the mulching of the shade garden bed too.  A blank canvas (with a lonely little box ball) indeed.

Tomorrow I must give the plants the last lavish water for a while. They were predicting lots of rain next week, but a check of the forecast every day sees that promise fading away to scattered showers. Perhaps.