![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I've discovered the secret to getting Dave interested in something. Involve it directly with food.
He's put so much work into this garden...
Today I repotted most of my potted plants. It was seventy degrees outside. I repotted plants and did laundry, and Dave removed weeds from along the fence, which was actually more difficult than it sounds.
Then we zipped off to the garden center and bought seed packets. For all kindsa stuff. And discovered that they'll have every kind of pepper plant Dave's little heart desires.
So we planted lettuce (saved half the seeds for a second crop, as well-- nice that it fit in the tiny space we have along the edge of the garage...), and regular peas, and sugar snap peas too. Dave was in charge of the regular peas and kinda left too much space for them, so we have a bit more than half the packet left, but they recommend doing a second planting of those as well, so we'll use some of the rest at least. (I dunno, anyone want like a dozen pea seeds? We'll have left-over ones.) I planted the sugar snap peas-- we're going to stick poles up along the chicken-wire fence at the back of the yard, and put either twine or chicken wire between the poles, and so we'll have beans and peas up our back fence. Maybe they'll keep the neighbor's searchlight down a bit-- it floodlights our yard and the motion sensor is up so high that it comes on every time we go onto our sunporch in the back. It sucks and I'm thinking of going over and like putting a note in their mail slot or something saying "Could you not illuminate our yard quite so much maybe?" That thing is so bright you can't look directly at it even during the day, and it's pointed so it hits at eye-level if you're sitting on our porch. Obnoxious.
Anyhow. Dave's aunt came over and checked out the garden, and identified all the plants we have coming up (good: I don't know what any of the ones I didn't plant are), and also completely contradicted everything Dave's mom has told us, and thoroughly approved of everything we've done. She recognized the burning bush I planted in the front and said it would be very good there (I wasn't home, and Dave didn't know what it was), and explained the rest of the plants. For a few years she did the gardening here, when Matilda was getting too rickety to plant but still was sturdy enough to live here. And she said she'd give us herbs.
Dave's really excited about growing food. I couldn't get him to give even the smallest bit of a crap while I was busting my ass with bulbs, and he doesn't care about flowers at all, but food? To look at him you wouldn't know it, but he's totally obsessed with food. So that's nice.
Work was too disgruntle-making to mention beyond saying I have a form now and am joining the union as of tomorrow. Yay for paid days off, boo for hefty initiation fees and pricey dues. And insofar as never calling in sick or asking for a day off, at least the cash-office girl noticed and mentioned that, so somebody has been paying attention, and it's somehow slightly worth it that I didn't stay home and drink Mai Tais in the garden with Dave.
We do serve mai tais at the airport bar, but lacking cherry brandy, we can't serve authentic ones. Most who drink them wouldn't know anyway.
They're rum, triple sec, orange juice, pineapple juice, and grenadine. But I'd have to look up how to make a real one.
He's put so much work into this garden...
Today I repotted most of my potted plants. It was seventy degrees outside. I repotted plants and did laundry, and Dave removed weeds from along the fence, which was actually more difficult than it sounds.
Then we zipped off to the garden center and bought seed packets. For all kindsa stuff. And discovered that they'll have every kind of pepper plant Dave's little heart desires.
So we planted lettuce (saved half the seeds for a second crop, as well-- nice that it fit in the tiny space we have along the edge of the garage...), and regular peas, and sugar snap peas too. Dave was in charge of the regular peas and kinda left too much space for them, so we have a bit more than half the packet left, but they recommend doing a second planting of those as well, so we'll use some of the rest at least. (I dunno, anyone want like a dozen pea seeds? We'll have left-over ones.) I planted the sugar snap peas-- we're going to stick poles up along the chicken-wire fence at the back of the yard, and put either twine or chicken wire between the poles, and so we'll have beans and peas up our back fence. Maybe they'll keep the neighbor's searchlight down a bit-- it floodlights our yard and the motion sensor is up so high that it comes on every time we go onto our sunporch in the back. It sucks and I'm thinking of going over and like putting a note in their mail slot or something saying "Could you not illuminate our yard quite so much maybe?" That thing is so bright you can't look directly at it even during the day, and it's pointed so it hits at eye-level if you're sitting on our porch. Obnoxious.
Anyhow. Dave's aunt came over and checked out the garden, and identified all the plants we have coming up (good: I don't know what any of the ones I didn't plant are), and also completely contradicted everything Dave's mom has told us, and thoroughly approved of everything we've done. She recognized the burning bush I planted in the front and said it would be very good there (I wasn't home, and Dave didn't know what it was), and explained the rest of the plants. For a few years she did the gardening here, when Matilda was getting too rickety to plant but still was sturdy enough to live here. And she said she'd give us herbs.
Dave's really excited about growing food. I couldn't get him to give even the smallest bit of a crap while I was busting my ass with bulbs, and he doesn't care about flowers at all, but food? To look at him you wouldn't know it, but he's totally obsessed with food. So that's nice.
Work was too disgruntle-making to mention beyond saying I have a form now and am joining the union as of tomorrow. Yay for paid days off, boo for hefty initiation fees and pricey dues. And insofar as never calling in sick or asking for a day off, at least the cash-office girl noticed and mentioned that, so somebody has been paying attention, and it's somehow slightly worth it that I didn't stay home and drink Mai Tais in the garden with Dave.
We do serve mai tais at the airport bar, but lacking cherry brandy, we can't serve authentic ones. Most who drink them wouldn't know anyway.
They're rum, triple sec, orange juice, pineapple juice, and grenadine. But I'd have to look up how to make a real one.
