As the garden has filled out, its gotten more crowded. We kind of expected a thicket, since the seedling tags all recommended much more space than Steve and I were prepared to provide. But in one area of the garden, I made a significant, critical error.
I planted all the leeks together. In the same hole.
Now, to be fair, I picked out one container, which I assumed to be one leek. I thought it odd that leeks came in single seedlings, because I assumed people ordinarily didn’t just grow one leek at a time, but I rolled with it. I had no idea what I was doing, and the night we picked out that batch of seedlings, I had a bad case of the crankies.
A few weeks ago, I took a closer look at the burgeoning clump of leeks. “I think I made a mistake,” I said to Steve. He looked up at me from another part of the garden.
“I think I planted the leeks too close together.”
“How many are there?”
“Three,” I said. “No, I mean four. Maybe five.”
“And you planted them all together?” Steve shook his head. “Inadvertent, you’re going to have stunted leeks.”
The situation is growing graver by the day. The leeks have grown, but at some point, this will become untenable.
The solution, however, has yet to present itself. I have considered pulling a single leek to see whether or not any of them are ready and, in the process, to provide the rest with a little more breathing room. I’ve thought about pulling all of them and planting something else in that space. I’ve thought about just ignoring them until later in the summer.
Steve has decided to be hands-off on this one. The decision is entirely up to me. I’m taking votes, if you care to comment.