My mom used to say that she was ferpused when she was very worn out after a busy day. I have no idea where the word came from, and I am probably not spelling it correctly, but there you have it. Today, this evening, I am ferpused.
We have had some greenhouse problems - the winter lettuce hogged space that was sorely needed for plant starts, and the temperature was never right - either too hot for the lettuce or too cold for the pepper starts. Today, I looked around and told Steve that we needed to play catch-up and fast, or we were really going to feel the revenue pinch. Steve started hauling out flats of lettuce that could be transplanted in the garden. I grabbed seedling trays and started planting - the end of April, and I'm planting!
I went over all of the poorly germinated trays of peppers and tomatoes and had Steve pot up anything that was worth salvaging. I continued to plant - and plant - and plant. I finally quit a few minutes ago, having planted about 1,600 seeds.
Like I said, I'm ferpused. I just hope that they will germinate and grow fast enough to profit from the late plant market. These will be nice and fresh at a time when most of the vendors' plants are looking tired and leggy. I can hope.
Early to bed tonight.