The time has come to transplant some of the sproutlings outside. I am very excited. We are tricking out the raised beds for passive watering and prevention of critter invasion (more on that to come).
Today I am transplanting the tomatoes and peppers. The peppers are looking perky. I know they are young enough to need a bit of extra heat and protection as we continue the long transition to Spring. I find the empty 3 gallon water jug I put aside when it cracked from freezing.
William has attempted to throw it away with every dump run, but I have managed to save it each time. And each time he says, “What are you planning to do with that?” And each time I tell him. Now, I enlist his help to realize the new potential of the cracked jug.
I ask him to saw off the top of the jug at the “shoulders,” retaining the handle. He does and hands the decapitated jug to me while looking skeptical. I flip the jug over and position it over the peppers. Et voilà! A mini-greenhouse for the peppers.
He laughs and shakes his head at me. “Frickin’ brilliant. What’s that called again?”
“Right. Cloche, but no cigar.”