Planting Tomatoes 101

poakley_0402aMarch 20 was the vernal equinox, so it is officially spring. More and more days are certainly feeling like spring. With the onset of spring comes the promise of growing gardens, and thoughts of seed starting are in my mind.

We have been starting seeds at Clay Bottom Farm for a few weeks now. Lest you worry that you have missed some important gardening window, do not fear. These starts are destined for planting in the greenhouses, not outside in the field. There is still time to start seeds that will go into an outside garden.

I prefer planting vegetables that are direct seeded in the garden, rather than those I need to start indoors from seeds. I do not have a proven track record for successful indoor seed starting. But some vegetables, such as tomatoes and peppers, need a longer growing season and should be started indoors while danger of frost remains outdoors. (Yes, I do know that tomatoes are, technically, a fruit.) Furthermore, if I want particular heirloom tomato varieties, I cannot always rely on being able to purchase plants of those varieties. So I do need to start some tomatoes from seed. One thing I particularly wanted to learn during my apprenticeship was how to more effectively start tomatoes from seed.

Growing Medium: Seeds should be started in a high-quality potting mix, preferably organic. Seed starting mix can be purchased or made. Jean-Martin Fortier, in his book “The Market Gardener,” gives a recipe for a homemade potting mix consisting of peat moss, perlite, compost, garden soil, blood meal and lime.

To start tomatoes, the soil should be damp but not too wet. For most of the vegetables we plant, we test the soil by grabbing a handful and squeezing. If we can squeeze some drops of water from the soil, then that soil has the proper amount of moisture. However, tomatoes require the soil to be a bit drier than that. It should still feel damp, but you shouldn’t be able to squeeze water out.

poakley_0402cPotting Up: At Clay Bottom, tomatoes are grown using a multistep process. The seeds are planted in 10 or 20 row seed-starting flats. We fill these flats with the potting mix, making sure the soil fills each row completely to the brim but not packing down the soil. The tomato seeds are placed about 1 inch apart on top of the soil and then vermiculite is spread over the seeds. This helps keep moisture in the soil.

Then the flats are put into the germination chamber. The germination chamber, with a heating element submerged in water, provides a warm (78°F) and humid environment for the sprouting seeds.

Once the seeds have sprouted, the flat is moved to a heated mat under fluorescent lights in the “mini-greenhouse in a greenhouse.” This small greenhouse is also kept at around 75°F and can be opened up in the daytime and closed up at night.

The first leaves to appear will be the cotyledons. At this point, all tomato varieties look alike. When the seedlings are about two inches tall and have sprouted their true leaves, they are transplanted into a 50-cell seeding flat. The 50-cell flat is kept in the mini-greenhouse until the plants are about 4-5 inches tall. Then the plants are transplanted to 4-inch round pots and the pots are kept on tables in the greenhouse until the tomatoes are transplanted into the ground.

This process of germinating seeds and then transplanting the seedlings into bigger and bigger pots is called “potting up.” Tomatoes need to grow a long time in cells or small pots before being transplanted in the ground. Potting up gives the plants extra root space and new fertile soil in which to grow. At each stage of transplanting, the plant should be big enough that its root clump holds together. If we find that many plants in a flat have roots that are not holding together well, those plants are left to grow a bit more.

poakley_0402dWarmth, Moisture and Light: Most home gardeners do not have a germination chamber or a greenhouse of any sort, let alone a “mini-greenhouse in a greenhouse.” But some principles can still be applied to the home gardener.

The seeds need heat and moisture to germinate. Since my house is usually kept pretty cold, this is why I have trouble starting seeds. I would need to use something like a heating pad underneath my seed-starting trays to provide adequate heat. I would also need a clear dome over the trays to keep the moisture in.

Once sprouted, the seedlings need light – lots of light – otherwise the plants will become leggy and spindly. In our northern latitude, a window with a southern exposure does not provide sufficient light. To get the necessary “daylight” conditions of 16 hours, it is necessary to grow the seedlings under lights, hung only about 3 inches above the plants.

Watering the Seedlings: The seedlings do need to be watered – but not too much. The soil should be moist but not wet. Overly wet soil could cause wilting (“damping off”) due to fungal diseases. When the top of the soil is dry, we use a watering can to water the seedlings, trying not to get water on the leaves.

Transplanting Tips: When transplanting tomatoes from flat to flat to pot to the ground, you can (and should) bury part of the stem. Tomatoes can grow roots all along their buried stems. Planting deep will help the seedling grow strong, substantial root systems.

The stems are flexible and can be bent in order to plant the seedlings deeper. One caution however, when handling tomato seedlings, is to take care not to damage the little hairs along the stem. These little hairs, when buried in soil, are what will develop into roots.

Hardening Off and Planting in the Garden: Finally, at some point, the plants in the 4-inch pots are transplanted into the ground. We have not done that yet, so I may yet learn new techniques for this final transplanting.

I do know that the plants need to be gradually introduced to the outdoors: to be “hardened off.” The seedlings, in their pots, are placed in a sheltered, somewhat shaded, place during the daytime for a few days, then overnight for a few more days.

After hardening off, the tomato plants are laid on their sides in a shallow trench with only the topmost leaves above ground level. Just as in the potting up process, burying the stem will encourage more root growth. In addition, the soil will be warmer near the surface, and a warmer environment will also help build a strong root system. With a strong root system, the tomato should grow straight and tall.

poakley_0402bLast Frost Date: The last frost date for our area is in mid May. I tend to plant my tomatoes in the garden later than that, toward the beginning of June. Given that I should start seeds about 6 to 8 weeks prior to planting out, I should start my tomatoes from seed in a couple of weeks. Hopefully, with what I’ve learned so far, I will finally grow sturdy and strong tomato plants.

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Lessons Learned: A Tribute to My Mum

poakley_030514On Feb. 17, my mum died. It was both unexpected and not. She was 90 years old and had lived a good long life. Although she had been gradually slowing down, doing less and losing mobility for a couple of years, she was still relatively healthy, had a smile whenever I went to visit, enjoyed being pushed in her wheelchair outside when the weather wasn’t too cold, noticed whenever I wore a new piece of clothing, and was able to enjoy all that snow outside from the comfort of the inside. So I didn’t expect her to suddenly take ill, develop pneumonia and die less than a week later.

“It’s the end of an era,” my husband said. My mum had moved to Goshen in 1999 to be closer to us. She lived less than a mile from us until 2003 when we bought the house right next door. For almost 15 years our lives were closely intertwined.

In the midst of the whirlwind of activity during her illness and afterwards, I was able to reflect on her life and what I learned from her, lessons that have stayed with me and that will continue with me.

  1. Place importance on education. It was always expected that I would do my best in school and go on to college. Science and mathematics were also emphasized. When I didn’t register for freshman biology in high school, my mum made me change my registration. When I brought algebra assignments home, she sat me down and made me do all the story problems, whether they were assigned or not. And she had no trouble helping me with my algebra homework. I credit becoming a mathematician to her influence and that insistence that I learn mathematics.
  2. Find time to play. I was an avid reader. I could spend hours inside, curled up on the sofa, reading. Time after time, my mum would tell me to go outside to play. She wanted me to be in the fresh air and sunshine, in the snow and cold, playing. She certainly wasn’t against reading, but she wanted me to have a balance between sitting and reading and being active, running and playing. It was all those times, playing outside, often by myself, that cultivated my vivid imagination.
  3. Find balance between work and play. My mum often said that I would grow up soon enough and have to accept adult responsibilities, but, while I was a child, I should play. Probably this was a reaction to her own hard childhood in the Soviet Union; she wanted me to be happy and carefree. She did have expectations; my childhood work was to study and do well in school. But even in this, she recognized the need for balance. There were times when I just didn’t want to go to school. If I wasn’t trying to get out of something, unfinished homework or a test, if I was just wanting a brief break from school, then she let me stay home. I have tried to keep that balance between my work life and my home life.
  4. Make time for music. Piano lessons were never an option. Starting when I was about 8 years old and through high school, I took piano lessons. Practice started at a half-hour a day moving to an hour a day. There were many times that I wished I could quit. When I got to college, I discovered, much to my surprise, that I didn’t want to quit; I wanted to continue taking music lessons. All those years of playing the piano prepared me well for a new passion in college – playing the organ. Now I am glad that I was never allowed to quit piano lessons.
  5. Enjoy the city. I spent many happy days going to Chicago with my mum on the “L”. We went shopping at Marshall Field’s. We saw the Christmas windows in the department stores. We went to all the museums – many times. The city was a place for fun and learning and I grew to love the benefits of living in an urban area.
  6. Enjoy the outdoors. We were not a particularly outdoorsy family – we never went camping – but we did enjoy day trips to outdoor venues. In the western suburbs, the Morton Arboretum provided hours of exploration and discovery. During the summers, we spent Saturdays swimming at one of our favorite lakes. In winter I lived for snow when I could go skiing and freezing temperatures so that I could go ice skating at numerous parks in the Chicago area. I still revel in being outdoors to experience the change of seasons. I loved this winter with its frigid temperatures, the crunchy snow beneath my feet, the stinging cold on my face. I’m looking forward to spring, and then the summer heat that will warm my bones.
  7. Pay attention to the world around us. Our family vacations were mostly by car, driving east, visiting friends and seeing historic sites. While driving, it was expected (even required) that we look out the windows to see the terrain, the landscape and the sites through which we were driving. The journey was part of the experience, and we were supposed to immerse ourselves in the journey as well as the destination. Now, the way I pay attention to the world around me is by decidedly not multitasking: for example, I’m not usually plugged into earbuds when I am outdoors, walking, weeding, shoveling snow or raking leaves. Instead, I listen to the ambient sounds around me. It’s a form of meditation. Then, when I want to listen to music, I just lie back and immerse myself in those sounds.
  8. Find exercise in daily activities. My mum was of the opinion that daily activities should and could provide enough exercise to stay fit and healthy. Even in her 80′s, she got down on hands and knees to wash the kitchen floor and went outside every fall to rake leaves. While I do engage in more intentional exercise, I prefer being active in everyday activities. That’s one of the reasons I prefer walking rather than driving to nearby destinations. That’s why I love shoveling snow. That is why I love my new life in farming. I am glad to have movement and action built into my life and work.
  9. Buy quality. We were not a wealthy family but we had enough. And the things we had were of good quality. My mum thought it was better to have one good quality item, than many items that do not last.
  10. Sometimes, it is better to make than to buy. Almost all the dresses I have were sewn by my mum. She made my favorite winter anorak, which I still happily wear every winter. In terms of quality, her handmade clothes were superior to anything I could find in a store. Her main interests were sewing, but she could knit and crochet as well. She crocheted the best potholders in the world and made hats that fit perfectly. I’ve done a bit of sewing though my interests moved in the direction of making my own yarn, knitting and crocheting. I will miss collaborating with her on sewing projects. Since I have a whole box of fabric and patterns, I will have to continue her sewing legacy on my own.
  11. Learn to mend. My mum mended rather than discarded worn clothing and linens. My favorite sweater is a testament to her expert mending skills. I am not the skilled mender that my mum was; I can’t seem to sew a straight line and my stitches are very uneven, but I am inspired by the mending she did over the years and hope to continue in that tradition.
  12. Eat good food. In our tiny yard, we had limited space for a garden. But we did grow some produce: sorrel, mint, carrots, peas and my perennial failed attempts at growing corn. Even as a child, I ate interesting vegetables such as asparagus and artichokes. I avoided cooked peas however, preferring them fresh from the garden. Carrot juice was a staple in our house and I am happy to now have my mum’s juicer in my kitchen. We went blueberry picking, strawberry picking, apple picking. I learned to can tomatoes and freeze blueberries. Now I am able to grow more of my own produce, preserve more of the food I grow, and continue to eat well.
  13. Be independent and self-reliant. The best lesson I learned from my mum was to be strong, independent and self-reliant. My mum was a strong woman. She had a lot of hardship in her life but made it through, and, like homesteaders in the past, created a life for herself and her family in a new place, a new country. From her, and her example, I acquired a fierce determination to draw on my strengths and make my way in the world.

A couple of days after my mum died, the last of our parents to die, my sister said to me, “You know what this means? It means we’re the grown–ups now.”

We’re the grown–ups? That is a sobering thought.

What lessons will we leave?

 

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My Favorite Sweater

First published on November 20, 2013 on goshencommons.org


With the cold weather that moved in a couple of weeks ago, I needed to pull out my warm winter sweaters. As usual, the first sweater that came out of the cedar chest was my old Aran sweater.

I don’t know about anyone else, but, when I have a favorite item of clothing, I will wear it all the time.

It doesn’t matter if it is ragged and tattered and rather disreputable looking.

It doesn’t matter if I purchased a replacement for it.

I still wear my favorite. My sweater has intricate cables, a honeycomb stitch pattern and an interesting neckline. I’ve washed it so many times that it is nicely felted, keeping me warm and cozy. It is perfect.

This old Aran sweater did not start out as my favorite sweater. In fact, it started out as a replacement sweater.

Back in high school, I acquired one of my brother’s old hand–me–down sweaters. It was an off-white cotton sweater with the cables and stitches found in Aran styling. I loved that sweater. It became part of my school “uniform”: jeans, T-shirt, sweater.

One year, the high school hosted a “mother’s tea.” Mothers were invited to come to the school, have tea and snacks, and then listen to a program showcasing some of the students. I was asked to play a piano piece for the program. My mother, who worked during the day, couldn’t attend. I carefully prepared for the program, practicing the movement from the Beethoven sonata that I had chosen to play. The day arrived and off to school I went. When I returned home that afternoon, I told my mother that the mother’s tea had occurred that day and that I had played well. She looked at me, horrified, and asked, “You dressed like THAT?” I looked down at what I was wearing, a bit confused. It just hadn’t at all occurred to me to dress in anything other than my regular clothes. So I was wearing jeans, a T-shirt and my beloved sweater, which, by this time, had become quite tattered after years of being worn first by my brother and then by me. When asked what the other children had worn, I couldn’t reply. I paid no attention to what anyone else was wearing. But I did recognize that, perhaps, maybe, I should have paid some attention to my clothes.

Some time later, when we visited an Irish import store, my mother bought me a wool Aran sweater with cables: my now–favorite sweater. But, at the time, I thought it was much too fancy, much too good, much too expensive, to wear much at all. It languished at the bottom of my winter clothes box for many years, only being pulled out for “special occasions.”

When I moved to Seattle, I discovered the virtues of wool. In a damp, misty and drizzly climate, wool is indispensable. Wool is warm, even when damp. Wool wicks and so is perfect for strenuous activities. With need of more wool in my life, I pulled out the Aran sweater and began wearing it in earnest. I wore it hiking. I wore it working outside. It soon became my favorite sweater. And, as such, it started getting worn and tattered.

Over the years, my mum mended my sweater. She darned the elbows and the worn bottom edge. The cuffs are more patched than original. Even though she didn’t match the stitch pattern, her mending blends in so well that it is hard to notice.

This year, when I pulled it out of the cedar chest, I noted that my sweater needs more repairs. The neck edge is frayed; there are more holes in the cuffs.

I can’t go to my mum anymore. Her eyesight is failing and her hands are not steady enough to work with yarn and needle. So I will have to try to fix my sweater. Because, of course, I need to wear it all the time.

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