Uh, Rambling... Apparently
Apr. 11th, 2010 06:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bluesgardenI must remember to start grabbing the camera when we go somewhere. Not that today's adventure - the tail end of the regular Fremont flea market - was particularly exciting, but I always think of it after we're already there and I see something I want a picture of. D had been there yesterday and early this afternoon mentioned a... well, I don't remember what he called it, but it was a cold frame going for $2.
As we were leaving our place, I walked around the back of the car and waited for D to get in so he could open the trunk lid for me to put my purse in there. I didn't need to carry it around at the flea market and, of course, didn't want to leave it laying in plain sight up front. D opened the driver side door, looked back at me, and said, "You know, you can ride up front."
It's moments like these that I really wish I had something to throw at him.
By the time we made it there, the cold frame seller had packed up and left. Ah well. Still, the flea market was the usual entertaining assortment of people and wares that flea markets usually are, including a good looking beagle. I would've said hi to the pup but I wasn't sure the owner looked like the friendly sort, not to mention that going up to and starting a conversation out of the blue with a random stranger isn't really in my repertoire. We were beagle-less as Itchy (River) and Gimpy (Jack, who had a thorn in his paw yesterday) stayed home and slept on the couch.
Afterward, we stopped at Lowe's home improvement store and walked in through the garden center, which made me all warm and fuzzy just being in proximity to so many plants. D disappeared inside and waited until I'd topped up my Green Stuff tank to return and steer me over by the fruit trees.
D: *bounces* "I thought we could get a couple of apple trees! They're on sale."
B: "You kill all the trees we plant."
D: "I do not! There's at least one still alive! Maybe two!"
B: *sighs* "Fine"
D: "YES!" *runs off to get cart*
Couple Nearby: *titters*
We had swapped out our car for his mom's van for the ride over in case we did get the cold frame, but it was just as useful for transplanting saplings. I always let D take charge of the trees but, like I said, he does have a tendency to kill the poor things off, so I'll give it a go this time - after letting him dig the planting hole, naturally. :P He's much better at pruning trees once they're established and at wielding a chainsaw as needed.
Meanwhile, amidst all this, the conversation revolved around potatoes. Well, potato storage actually. This is my first year growing (or attempting to grow) potatoes and there is a chance that I actually might succeed! In which case I would need somewhere between 40 and 50 degrees Fahrenheit in which to store them. Storing them someplace warmer leads to them breaking dormancy and sprouting, storing them someplace colder leads to the starches converting to sugars, neither of which are desirable. I'm fairly certain I couldn't even list all the ideas D threw out over the span of a couple of hours (from sunken water tanks and barrels to poured concrete walls that could double as a bomb shelter for cryin' out loud), but it kept him entertained and will probably result in me having somewhere to store any potential crop by fall, so I mostly made noises of agreement and took it all with a grain of salt.
Now the pups and I are crashed out in bed and D's off playing with tools and what not in his mom's barn. I think I finally managed to get a decent picture of my whole seed starting shelf in one image, which I'll put below the cut. It's a bit larger than my usual pics in terms of screen real estate, but no bigger than three large icons in terms of file size.
Top shelf: Taller tomatoes, assorted varieties.
Middle shelf: Shorter tomatoes, assorted varieties.
Bottom shelf (from left to right): Flowers (two black-eyed susan types, but not with yellow petals - Ballade and Sky & Ice) and basil in the first tray; onions (with a lone impatien in the back because it didn't fit in the tray); the pepper seedlings; the lettuce seedlings (half a tray of Valmaine and half a tray of Jericho); the tray of impatiens, sage and oregano; and the tray of beets and leeks. I figure that by the time I start the melons and cucumbers, some of the trays with more cold hardy plants (lettuce, beets, leeks) can sit outside to make room.
In short, Blue's brainwaves for the time being can pretty much translate to PLAAAANNNNTS gardengardengardengarden Ohhhh GREEN STUFF! gardengarden...
As we were leaving our place, I walked around the back of the car and waited for D to get in so he could open the trunk lid for me to put my purse in there. I didn't need to carry it around at the flea market and, of course, didn't want to leave it laying in plain sight up front. D opened the driver side door, looked back at me, and said, "You know, you can ride up front."
It's moments like these that I really wish I had something to throw at him.
By the time we made it there, the cold frame seller had packed up and left. Ah well. Still, the flea market was the usual entertaining assortment of people and wares that flea markets usually are, including a good looking beagle. I would've said hi to the pup but I wasn't sure the owner looked like the friendly sort, not to mention that going up to and starting a conversation out of the blue with a random stranger isn't really in my repertoire. We were beagle-less as Itchy (River) and Gimpy (Jack, who had a thorn in his paw yesterday) stayed home and slept on the couch.
Afterward, we stopped at Lowe's home improvement store and walked in through the garden center, which made me all warm and fuzzy just being in proximity to so many plants. D disappeared inside and waited until I'd topped up my Green Stuff tank to return and steer me over by the fruit trees.
D: *bounces* "I thought we could get a couple of apple trees! They're on sale."
B: "You kill all the trees we plant."
D: "I do not! There's at least one still alive! Maybe two!"
B: *sighs* "Fine"
D: "YES!" *runs off to get cart*
Couple Nearby: *titters*
We had swapped out our car for his mom's van for the ride over in case we did get the cold frame, but it was just as useful for transplanting saplings. I always let D take charge of the trees but, like I said, he does have a tendency to kill the poor things off, so I'll give it a go this time - after letting him dig the planting hole, naturally. :P He's much better at pruning trees once they're established and at wielding a chainsaw as needed.
Meanwhile, amidst all this, the conversation revolved around potatoes. Well, potato storage actually. This is my first year growing (or attempting to grow) potatoes and there is a chance that I actually might succeed! In which case I would need somewhere between 40 and 50 degrees Fahrenheit in which to store them. Storing them someplace warmer leads to them breaking dormancy and sprouting, storing them someplace colder leads to the starches converting to sugars, neither of which are desirable. I'm fairly certain I couldn't even list all the ideas D threw out over the span of a couple of hours (from sunken water tanks and barrels to poured concrete walls that could double as a bomb shelter for cryin' out loud), but it kept him entertained and will probably result in me having somewhere to store any potential crop by fall, so I mostly made noises of agreement and took it all with a grain of salt.
Now the pups and I are crashed out in bed and D's off playing with tools and what not in his mom's barn. I think I finally managed to get a decent picture of my whole seed starting shelf in one image, which I'll put below the cut. It's a bit larger than my usual pics in terms of screen real estate, but no bigger than three large icons in terms of file size.
Top shelf: Taller tomatoes, assorted varieties.
Middle shelf: Shorter tomatoes, assorted varieties.
Bottom shelf (from left to right): Flowers (two black-eyed susan types, but not with yellow petals - Ballade and Sky & Ice) and basil in the first tray; onions (with a lone impatien in the back because it didn't fit in the tray); the pepper seedlings; the lettuce seedlings (half a tray of Valmaine and half a tray of Jericho); the tray of impatiens, sage and oregano; and the tray of beets and leeks. I figure that by the time I start the melons and cucumbers, some of the trays with more cold hardy plants (lettuce, beets, leeks) can sit outside to make room.
In short, Blue's brainwaves for the time being can pretty much translate to PLAAAANNNNTS gardengardengardengarden Ohhhh GREEN STUFF! gardengarden...
