I have been frustrated by the recent snow, but my seedlings are doing better than ever, thanks in part to a noisy little fan. Neville finally pointed out how comical it is when I power that baby up and the sprouts begin to wobble in panic like a crowd of puppets (“She’s put on the fan again! Grow!! Grow!!!”) But hey, they’re so much stronger for it. At least I know I won’t lose any to wind.
The one problem I haven’t been able solve is mold growth, even though I dutifully water from the bottom; and sprinkled cinnamon on the soil, and dusted everything with dried milk, both remedies for mold and fungus. I think these measures have cut down on the hairy freeloaders, but they’re not gone. At the moment there’s a downy gray posse encroaching on my Romaine. I guess I could be glad that there’s something to do while the snow clears.