Posted to the growing forum for a reason. I have no problem with folk who love the heat and the flavor, but do not grow. Different strokes for different folk. Just kind of trying to find my own in a sea of multiple differences.
I am drunk, not shit faced but drunk. I am drunk because it is the only way I will sleep with the pain I am dealing with and the opiates they prescribe just dont rock my world the way whiskey does. In pain because I spent my day straightening rows with a shovel. Can't run the tiller because it is too wet. Shoveling is not something you should do a month after part of your foot was amputated because, well because then you have to drink whiskey.
My biggest regret is the timing of the amputation. I can not walk barefoot in the dirt and mud. My biggest regret about having one of my toes amputated is it is one less toe to feel the mud squish between. Unless it rains, tomorrow I will be putting in stakes so I can drape plastic over my transplants should there be a frost.
Already I have black plastic covering seeds I have planted to help keep the heat in at night so they wont die off. Lettuce, Carrots, Onion, Potato, already in the ground.
I really want to know, do you get it. That urge, that sickness, that obsession with creating something from next to nothing. That sense that God (mother nature if you will) truly is great.
For the Christians in here, reread Genesis concerning the third day. Wow.
I am drunk, not shit faced but drunk. I am drunk because it is the only way I will sleep with the pain I am dealing with and the opiates they prescribe just dont rock my world the way whiskey does. In pain because I spent my day straightening rows with a shovel. Can't run the tiller because it is too wet. Shoveling is not something you should do a month after part of your foot was amputated because, well because then you have to drink whiskey.
My biggest regret is the timing of the amputation. I can not walk barefoot in the dirt and mud. My biggest regret about having one of my toes amputated is it is one less toe to feel the mud squish between. Unless it rains, tomorrow I will be putting in stakes so I can drape plastic over my transplants should there be a frost.
Already I have black plastic covering seeds I have planted to help keep the heat in at night so they wont die off. Lettuce, Carrots, Onion, Potato, already in the ground.
I really want to know, do you get it. That urge, that sickness, that obsession with creating something from next to nothing. That sense that God (mother nature if you will) truly is great.
For the Christians in here, reread Genesis concerning the third day. Wow.