I can’t plant my marigolds or yarrow. I’m only a little upset about that as I watch my lovingly seeded and nurtured marigolds outgrow their tiny cell packs. Even when I can plant them, I’m not sure how many I’ll get.
Why? A bird (wren, I assume) decided to build her nest on the top shelf of my hardening-off rack, right in the middle of a tray of 12 cell packs. Just my luck!
The four or five babies just about fill the nest, and she spends most of her time off collecting food for them, so I think they’ll fledge soon. I’ll miss seeing their hungry little beaks begging for food, but I look forward to reclaiming my plants and getting them in the ground!*** This personal blog is comprised solely of the opinions, views, projects, and travels of its author, Stacey Morgan Smith. She is lucky enough to have loving family and friends whom she drags along with her on her adventures and whom she puts to work on her little farm. She uses this blog to help promote living in the mountains of the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, from Roanoke to the Potomac River.**