Half my garden is already planted. Beefsteak and Roma tomatoes and lettuce. Great day for planting today. Temperature dropped down into the mid 60s and it's mostly overcast. The cool, damp air lessens the transplantation stress on the plants.
Above, a nice pic of temperature zones. Woodstock, in the Catskill Mountains is in a pretty cold zone. Spring arrives a week later than down in the valley. Fall arrives a week earlier.
Myrna applied her Chinese peasant understanding of vegetable gardening to our plot, building 14" raised beds. I pumped in 1,100 lbs. of composted manure this spring. Last year, I let the garden go fallow.
Still quite a bit of dried cow manure matted in straw in the soil. I'm keeping those clumps as far away as possible from the roots of the garden plants. That stuff is too hot. Hope the clumps work as side dressing!
Gardening is a humble, prayer-like practice. Down on my knees in the dirt! My little granddaughter loves to play in the dirt, too! So, gardening helps in my struggle to revert to childhood.
God, hear my prayers! May my garden be beautiful and productive!