We have had several warm days of late – 60’s and 70’s. The evenings have been cool, but usually above freezing. Usually.
A month or so ago a local farm store has onions sets on sale for $.99 per pound. I picked up about 2 lbs. Now, 2 pounds may not seem like a lot, but onion sets are not large. This equated to a few hundred.
I knew it was too early to plant them, but I also knew that if the weather warmed up before most people thought it would then I would be ready. If these were planted too early and didn’t come up, then I was only out $2. It was worth the risk for me.
Saturday of last week was a nice day, in the 70’s. The day before I had put the fencing up around the beds and sprinkled Deer Scram around, to help keep out rabbits and possibly squirrels.
I had a few minutes to do something with the garden, so chose to plant the onions sets.
It was a little early, I knew I was running a risk of still having cold weather. The tipping point was knowing that if I didn’t do something with these, they would mold in the bag and I would lose them all anyway. At least if they were planted, I had some chance of getting a return.
In the end, over 400 were planted. (I lost count after 350, but know that I planted more than 50 after that.)
Sunday it rained, nice summer-ish type showers. Still warm.
Monday it rained and was cooling off.
Monday night … it snowed.
We are not talking feet of snow, but enough to still be on the roof tops the next morning and put a layer of precipitation to be removed when I got in the car to leave.
The cold lasted at least one more day.
Will these survive to come up or will they have frozen into onion-set-popsicles? Only time will tell.
I knew I was being antsy planting so early, but I knew the risk and was willing to take it. Sometimes it pays off, and others become lessons to remember in the future.
On a more positive note, the strawberry plants are looking good. I only lost one, and that was to a squirrel last fall I think. Pesky rodents like to plant buckeyes in my raised beds. The more I get to know them, the less I like them. (Squirrels that is, not necessarily buckeye trees.)