Now, if we're talking about people, being "a bit shady" is not a characteristic that I'm drawn to. But if we're talking about the amount of sun exposure the corner of my greenhouse receives on a daily basis, I'm much more receptive. So let's talk about that.
There are several plants that seem to do fine in slightly sunlight-deprived areas like this little corner. My winter crop of leafy greens is an example. They like colder weather and have less light exposure needs, so in late Autumn when I sow my seeds, the washtub steps into the spotlight, so to speak.
Just for fun, and mainly because I spent the tail end of last year binge reading books on Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy and the Kennedy era in general, I decided to plant my Russian Kale in the shady spot this year. I'll pause for a moment while that sinks in.
Okay, I'll help you connect the dots. I like to plant according to themes (Remember when I planted Lambs Ear during lambing season? Yes I did. Check the Gardens page.). Well, this theme was a bit more political, even though I'm not--which is ironic since I happen to be married to a mayor. Coincidentally, Jackie Kennedy was not particularly politically inclined either. Funny how much we're alike--in my dreams! Speaking of which, this all started with a dream I had one night...
But it was all meant to be. My planting theme, I mean. Now if you happen to be Russian, please know that I mean no harm. The past is in the past, and we've all had our shady moments. I just happen to love it when a theme comes together, even when it involves fifty year-old political manuevers paired with the dense, frilly, pink-tinged leaves of my favorite vitamin-drenched leafy vegetable.
Call me crazy...and Kennedy obsessed. I won't mind.
Thankfully that whole period in American history turned out alright, as have my kale seedlings. They're reaching for the sky in that old wash basin nestled in the dimly-lit corner, beneath the old glass pane ceiling and the antique pink birdcage. It's all so picturesque, it simply screams "vintage elegance". In a very poised, breathy voice of course. And every once in a while when I glance over there with a satisfied smile on my face, I almost think I see Mrs. Kennedy, in her pink wool suit and matching pill box hat, smiling back at me.
Or it could just be my overactive imagination. It's probably my imagination. But I do love my Mrs. Kennedy...and my Russian Kale.
P.S. I know what you're thinking, and you're right. I need to find something else to read about for a while...and we're in luck. Elvis is calling. OOH! Then I can start growing peanuts and bananas!!