Last season I got around to planting the cold frames late. November. Yeah, not real smart in Michigan.
Consequently, there weren’t any fresh greens from the garden during the winter. But those little spinach babies sat there through the monster cold (-15 degrees, and sustained misery, months and months) and they sat there and sat there, just poked through the soil.
And then in March they decided it was safe to party. It was a bumper crop, a perfect way to welcome spring. I even decided to try late planting again this year. Learn from mistakes, and pretend you meant it.