So much has happened since the last post. Here’s the rundown:
Bugs and failure
The propagation tray was a dead end. Only about a third of the trays sprouted and the few that did were snipped of their delicate leaves before I moved them to the garden. Once in the garden it took about two days before I noticed that the zucchini was being slowly annihilated every night. The next night I went out to inspect the garden and saw a family of earwigs tag-teaming the plants. Not having any spray or bugdust handy I picked them off one-by-one and flicked them over the fence. Before I could stock up on repellents the garden was attacked again and the garden was left looking like a barren wasteland.
Sorry, Try Again
I wasn’t looking forward to replanting the entire garden from scratch. I eschewed the propagation tray and just dropped the seeds into the garden to see what would happen. The plants only took around half as long to sprout this time, which was great!
The garden is looking really healthy now. The earwigs and other insects moved on once the original plants had died, so everything there has been able to grow in peace. (I still haven’t bought anything to protect the garden.)
Watermelon and eggplant are coming along well and the potted tomato plant is firing off a lot of flowers.
Today I added Stephan’s iceburg lettuce, a small pot of chives I’d grown from a packet bought at Coles and a small cherry tomato plant from one of my coworkers (Who apparently can’t get rid of the damn things quick enough). Provided we don’t have any more scorching days for the next week or so they should settle nicely.

Home stretch
With only one week to go I won’t be finishing Project Primavera with any of my own vegetables (or fruit if you’re being picky). Luckily Abbotsford Convent is holding a Farmer’s Market next Saturday the 28th. The same day the project is coming to a head.
The plan is to wake up crazy-early that morning, head to Abbotsford for supplies, cook the sauce and then head to Mike’s house with a steaming Tupperware container and maybe even some beer. It won’t be a dish grown by me, but it’ll still be my primavera.