Walking around from 1230-1300 during lunch break VERY slowly with my PayLess flats with generic inserts instead of my beloved orthopedics, which is still new that I don’t want to ruin yet.
Today’s weather is beautiful, like over the weekend of which there are fluffy, puffy clouds of white against crispy, clear blue skies. The winds are blowing cool/wonderfully.
On Saturday, the weather was cool with fluffy, puffy clouds of gray, which was perfect for Dad and I to transplant the vegetables from th ground ino plastic planters.
On Friday, Dad discovered that one summer zucchinni squash plant died! He lifted up the plant and found its roots were missing and probably by the gopher!
So Mom was saddened as she showed me the small veggie in the trash. Dad and I were determined to survive the other plants as we bought material from THD. We spend over $100 in soil/etc.
We bought 3 bags of 3-cubic soil, which ended up being leftovers. A short lesbian helped us select a “smoke bomb” to deal with Gospher and family. I wanted the humane “clicker” stake but the reviews weren’t good. Freaking lesbos are creepy.
Anyway, from 4 to 7 in the afternoone Dad and I hurried to replant one tomato, one zuchinni, three maize corn stalks. But the first two plants looked withered and deaad!
We were sure that the major root arteries were chopped off by Dad during the transplant. But I had hope that constant watering of the rootballs of the VERY dry native soil would blend in with the new soil.
Yesterday, I watered it with MG fertilizer and some RootOn powder diluted in water. But later that evening, it looked like the withered leaves would never revive.
But this morning, some leaves on top were standing up! I went outdoors after breakfast and felt that the “arms” were stiffer/stronger.
So yeah, I guess I like gardening now and rescuing indoor spiders/insects. Before I used to hate going outdoors or taking care of the plants/garden and killing small critters.
Time to head back to my temp job from hell after processing (verifying hours/entering into system) 48 timecards. Now it’s a matter of sitting down and trying to do something that won’t bore me to death. Tomorrow is filing. OMG! Kill me now!
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