Outside updates. "Here Comes/Came the Sun." (toss up between George and John!) I have a "non" in here and just want to see what an hour of sun, mild weather before it gets hot, does. Fed all these Neptune's Harvest after they went out, killed some ant hills--mowed yesterday (time off
might be gonna kill me). It was in 80's yesterday and I don't mess with mowing/weed eating, but did pull henbit around tulips/irises by hand.
Okay:
Yeah, yeah, know the cukes (nons) look a little withered but like a dumba I left the heat mat on under them last night--it was WARM down there--and forgot to turn off the lights
. . . they'll be fine. Might do before/after sun shot since they looking better already. Types? Armenian, Boston pickling, White Wonder, Aunt Ruby's/Evelen's Ole Timey White, Lemon, Wisconsin pickling, National pickling. If it don't pickle, I don't plant. Burpless, I can get at g-store! Also, planted more after visiting cousin when get to get some of Mawmaw's clothes to take to Goodwill, since his watermelon, cantaloupe, all curcubit seed came up but his cukes, so, sharing with him. Thus, planted extra. Still "fermenting" on heat mat are zukes, yellow summer, watermelon/cantaloupe, winter squashes. All KINDS winter squash . . . I need more land. I know I can (and do) direct seed, but last year saw cow birds shuffling through hills to find neck pumpkin seed; since "stuff" EATS that seed sometimes before it comes up, these are my "guarantees."
More peppers catching some NHarvest and early morning rays. Everything in here from sweet to Trin Scorp to Inca Red Drop as grouped by height.
Mostly annuums, and when I wrote Ixtapa Jalapeño, I meant, "cracked." And dang, got a bunch. I'd put these in ground now but we got lows in 40's next couple nights, then clear sailing.
More. And . . .
The "baby" tray . . . but they're growing, hit a spurt last week. Their first visit to father sun.
Now for the experiments from
What Plants Talk About, see above links (Scott, will read that on oak trees sometime today, as this stuff is just fascinating! Thank you!):
2nd from right is one of Ramon's "PoP" AND catercornered to it on left is that Douglah that wouldn't grow. Plants certainly do help one another and they compete. LUV it! And another:
See those plants that look like tomatoes rather than peppers, nightshade fam? Welp, those were some sick, small, near death Viva Italia day before yesterday. So, tried it with nightshades talkin.'
What Plants Talk About? Yeah, I know these maters look small but they don't look DEAD. Seriously, I know the big boys helped these guys! I tried everything else, but this has worked.
Arial of Bonda Ma Jacques, Carib Reds, Ramon's PoPs, Jamie/Romy6 7 Pod Browns and 1 7 Pod Brown x Naga that's shot up. Also, Brainstrain Yellows and obviously manzanos, got manzanos for years . . . man! Stopped by old h.s. boy friend's buidness yesterday, owns tree nursery; he's gonna round up some at least 6 gallon containers, if not larger--I begged for larger
and since I been asking/begging (?) for some pavers down to garden, am working the other half for some from Lowe's to sit containers on. 1 buck a piece. Wonder if he'll consent? I suck at nagging, so may just go get 'em myself, but TAKE him w/me . . . to carry and place them
. (I dread I gotta act all helpless female for this but those things are heavy
)
On that note, today is my parents 59th wedding anniversary!
Mowed grass on my father's HILLYIER than our land yesterday . . . riding l-mower
won't work. One bro has one cost more than some cars, no deal. Pops has 4 push mowers, 3 weedeaters, and only 1 of each work, so, hunt-peck . . . and under normal circumstances, I'd say a nearly 83 yr. old man has no business mowing grass . . . but Daddy
ain't normal: 40 year old men would kill for his health! Takes no medication for anything, still works half a day--bookeeping-- and while the man has an aversion to hard physical labor, he'd go crazy if he couldn't mow grass, was kinda ticked at me for doing it yesterday, but I said, "HELL, DADDY! It's part of your anniversary present! Geez!" I walked off and the man ran to catch me. "Honey, I reckon I'm just set in my ways. Thank you, sweetpea." I was sweaty and hugged him and he didn't mind. (Wow.) But prior to all that, Mama said, "You gonna weedeat too?" I affirmed that I would. She said, "Check my rose bed and see what's missing." I looked. What was missing was, not exactly missing, but tiny sprigs growing back. Daddy got 2 rose bushes with weedeater last fall. She came to door and said, "I suppose I either have to love him, burn the weedeaters, or have this entire place bulldosed and planted in damn GRASS." I dragged my worn-out butt over there later and they were snuggled up on couch together, asleep. I marvel at those two. Thanks for looking!