A few days ago I started to organise things in the glasshouse here at Struan Farm, ahead of potting up heirloom tomato seedlings and starting some other trays of veggie and flower seeds in the next week or so. This meant exiling John's growing and ungerminated native seedling trees to the native nursery out back under the tawas.
I'd potted up eight trays of flax seedlings weeks ago and transported them back. Now it was time for the hundreds (and hundreds) of kahikatea seedlings and trays of miro, matai, rimu, and ake ake to shift to their new outside world, along with an experimental tray of dawn redwood seeds and a copper beech seedling I've germinated and have been coaxing along. They're joining the totara and other young trees already settled in out back. The renga renga seedlings I grew for the first time were devoured in the glasshouse by either spiders or snails, I've kept them inside to see if they will recover.
So it's over to you, John. John seems to think my green thumb is what gets everything started in the glasshouse; my view is that he's just trying to pander so I'll do his work. I'm onto his tricks.
At a certain point one must reclaim one's space. Especially after one's seed trays have already been pinched and one is fiercely guarding one's recycled pots to avoid the same.
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