I'm betting it's going to be warm enough from now on. When the smoke clears, looks like there'll be 175 or so geraniums I have transplant from 2.5" square pots to 4" round pots. It's a huge pain in the ass, probably unnecessary. As I vaguely recall, I was drinking when the epiphany came to me about multiple transplants. I haven't bothered to question it. Seems to work anyhow.
My pot plants didn't do well. Although I would never utter this thought publicly, I suspect my wife sabotaged them. She's been anti-me-growing-pot right out of the gate. I can grow anything. It is a mystery why these plants suddenly went pale. At any rate, onward and upward...time to plant marigolds and Zinnias.
The object here is to grow out like 500 or so annuals that I can transplant into the flower beds around the house as adult plants that can withstand the withering assault of the filthy chickens. They'll tear all the leaves off certain plants until it registers in their BB-sized 'brains' that none of the shit I have spent months toiling over is food.
There's this giant wholesale greenhouse operation like a quarter mile down the road. In reality, I could probably just buy all of this in one fell swoop for a fraction of what I pay for pots, seeds, lights, tables, trays, electricity. But that would take all the crazy out of it.