Well, my bags are packed, my plane leaves tomorrow, and I am off to the wilds of Arizona to help my dad and stepmom move! There will be packing, and then I get to drive a dog-grooming across most of the country, including Texas. (Oh, Texas…my old nemesis…we meet again!)
This is a serious wham-bam-convoy trip on a tight schedule, so I am not stopping or visiting or going anywhere. I have audiobooks, I have my laptop, and I have an air mattress. There will be three geriatric miniature poodles and a couple of cats. I anticipate ADVENTURE! Or at least packing.
While I am missing Kevin already—he’s been in Seattle this week, and we will actually miss one another by two hours in the airport—I am torn between missing my garden and being somewhat excited to see what nine days of absence does to it. This time of year is so awesome, since you can leave for a weekend and find the garden totally changed when you return. So I spent much of this morning planting stuff out so that it has a chance to establish before I get back. (It’s so warm and wet these days that I’m not at all worried about anybody taking care of it—hell, if I weren’t traveling, it’s been 80+, I’d be planting out tomatoes and frost risk be damned.)
So the plant starts are in the ground—except for a Yucca filementosa I kinda forgot was there—the seeds are all planted out, and I’m prepared to boldly go, etc. The next updates will be from the road! Woo!
Frost risk be damned! I adore you. I started mine indoors last weekend.
Stay safe on them wild Texas highways!! 😛
(I adore Texas though; I grew up there.)
Hope the adventures are just as much as you can handle!
When you get packed, summon the poodles by lighting your pipe. You said they were geriatric, so give them a good ten minutes to get there.
Next, you must give the keys to the poodle with eyes the size of Wedgewood china saucers and give it the command “East!”.
Then, it is to be spelled at the third rest stop by the one with eyes the size of SUV spinner hubcaps. Give it the command “East!’ as you did the first.
And then, well, you know the rest of the story. The third poodle apparently knows how to use a GPS, even. Just don’t let it stop at every damn Sonic Burger on the way.
*sigh* I lost six Early Girl tomato sets last week due to a sudden drop in temps down below freezing. I took all reasonable precautions, but the next day, they were shriveled and turning black. And now I’m looking at the forecast for the next ten days and wondering if it’s safe to try hardening off my brussels sprouts and michihili cabbage.