June 23, 2010
Already Forgotten
Filed under: Gothel's Garden
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Another long day spent with the summer sun on my (sunscreened) bare skin. (I've got COLOR on me! The sort've ruddy, sun blushed warmth that wipes away large traces of "adult" making you look six years old again. <- That's not weird, is it? It's not weird if you're talking about yourself, right? ...RIGHT?)
REPOTTED:
18 x Sunflowers
18 x Sweet Peas
06 x Tomatoes
04 x Baby Corn
03 x Squash
01 x Cucumber
I started with 108 vegetable seeds and ended up potting only 14 fucking plants. This year was so amazingly catastrophic - at least in terms of starting vegetables from seed - that it's seriously going down in the record books. If it wasn't for the fact that all of the non-vegetable plants germinated and are happily growing in trays and containers I'd swear someone had an evil eye (or two) on me.
SOWED:
1 tray x Basil, Christmas
1 tray x Basil, Italian Large Leaf
1 tray x Grazing Mix
It's beyond my motherfucking capability to sow basil early in the fucking season. It's an annual fucking curse. Seriously. Every effing year I find myself panic sowing basil for the very first fucking time (in the growing season) in late June/early July. Every. Effing. Year. Hopefully this year the "cat" won't guerilla weed my basil trays. (<- Long story short? Mr. Awesome pulled all my fucking basil out one year and BLAMED THE NEAT PILE OF WEEDS LEFT SITTING NEXT TO THE EMPTY TRAYS ON A FUCKING CAT.)
Just before lunch I managed to wiggle in some pea seeds to help replenish the emaciated looking plants crawling up my DIY frame. (<- SLUGS AND SNAILS ARE HELLA BAD THIS YEAR.) Four borage seeds got planted in every dirt filled drainage hole on the patio. (I'M TAKING OVER THE BACKYARD, MR. AWESOME, ONE BORAGE SEED AT A MOTHERFUCKING TIME.)
Repotting, planting, hammocking, pool inflating, pool filling, hammocking, plant watering, dishwasher loading, lunch making, muffin baking, hammocking, homemade scrubbing (<- I FINALLY GOT OFF MY FUCKING ASS AND WHIPPED UP A BATCH OF SPIRITUALLY CLEANSING SALT'N'HONEY SCRUB), shaving, showering, photo editing and journal entry writing has me fucking beat.
What is it I fucking do in Winter, again? Because - just between you and me - I've already forgotten.
