@extropiccrusade
She/they; SRE on hiatus: burnout sucks; writerish, doodles, plays with power tools and hot iron, bakes, crochets, gardens, learning pottery, reads copiously, and drinks a LOT of tea. #UglyDogs FTW Let's melt some ice.
Through the humidity-fogged lid of the seed starting tray, two tomato seedlings, each with two tiny leaves, are just visible.
:gleeful gardening cackle:
On Tuesday, it was 78F here. Now it's 30F. March is marching onwards and leaving muddy pawprints in its wake.
But I have sprouted tomatoes! (Nothing from the hot peppers yet.) And my onion seeds have put up tiny threadlike sprouts. Go onions!
I am unbelievably tired today and I have zero idea why. Just. Exhaustion all over. Even tea hasn't made a dent in it.
Which book?
A single teeny tiny tomato sprout pokes up from the dirt of its seedling tray. Barely.
:mad scientist cackle:
One, one tomato sprout!
They look like she shook her head and they got stuck!
I am not planting peas today. 😅 So much for that idea! It might be really warm above ground, but apparently my raised beds haven't gotten the memo.
#GardenSky
Four pieces of hand-thrown pottery. Left to right: a chunky blue mug with a white spiral, a short red and orange mug, a short blue and orange cup, a tall blue jar with a pale blue spiral where a thin layer of glaze stuck to the wax.
Today's lesson learned from the kiln: If glaze sticks to the wax at all, wash it off, or it will still be there in your final piece.
I'm still plenty happy with these!
I gave my spousecreature a sticker at one point that says, "I never lose. I either win or I learn." 😁
(I have a horrible time maintaining that mentality, but it's not a bad one to try for.)
Sounds like she had one hell of a time on the trail there, and she needed to think about her health too. Good for her for making the tough call.
You're in it for the experience!
Do let us know when Sloppie comes to visit. So we can point and laugh and send thoughts and laughs -- err, I mean soap and dry towels. 😁
That can't be Syvie, that's her cousin, right? Right? 😅
One plastic saucer.
A bunch of boring rocks (under the pretty ones.)
A bunch of pretty rocks courtesy of my girlfriend's sister.
Now I just need a really good xeriscape plant and this mug will be something pretty again!
(This afternoon, as soon as the wound sealant for my trees arrives, I garden!)
(Thank you. There are worse earworms, but still. Do not want.)
My brain is now attempting to filk Safety Dance with this, and I cannot get it to stop. 😅
🎶We can f*ck if you want to
Since it's our monthly time
Cause our parents f*cked
And if we don't f*ck
Well it won't be baby time🎶
Etc, with the bridge of course being "Baby dance" instead of "Safety dance" 🤦
🚨🚨🚨 The tops of my raised beds are visible! 🚨🚨🚨
Time to plant some peas!!
You're the best, Espy, thank you so much!
In three part harmony, to lift the spirit and bring the magic when it's needed most.
(Crying right now.)
CHEEEEEESE! (Behold the power of!)
Baldwin Apple girdled three feet from the ground up. 🤬
Northern Spy Apple, maybe salvageable because I got aluminum foil around the trunk, but with one branch completely stripped of bark. 🤬
Unknown apple planted by my next door neighbor in our shared driveway, stripped of bark for two feet until we get to the netting around the trunk. 🤬
Three of my four apples. Furry bastards.
Bunnies are little engines of destruction, where are my raptors??
My children are familiar with the Interfering Busybody problems. They understand that I WANT to give them more freedom to go out and perform errantry... But there are so many interfering busybodies.
#GenX represent.
Did you check under Grandma's bed?
Ten started seed trays under the grow lights, with four packets of seeds still sitting on top of dirtless trays, waiting for us to get closer to last frost.... I could give you my word as a Spaniard?
The feeling when you have planted all the seeds you can start now, and you have to wait another few weeks to start the rest or they'll be ready to plant before last frost and everyone will be sad.
There is no failed to load blob code, and I feel cheated. But I'm sure the other #UglyDogs will still enjoy this, so cheers! http.dog
We've been screwing over other countries for years, they probably should've ditched us ages ago. 😮💨
I swear it feels like we need a time out, a sandwich, and a nap.
Welllllll.... Sometimes when I'm having a really bad day I go look at saved things that make me happy.
Like doggie toes.
New England understands. We're not quite that long, but the April 1 snowstorm that dropped a meter on us is permanently ingrained in my memory as a "yes this does happen."
But we don't have chiggers.
A bunch of seed starting trays, some of which are full of dirt (mud) and seeds, others of which have their seed packets resting on top, indicating that they still await the magic of dirt and water.
A greenware (unfired) clay mug carved with a vine going up the side. The vine has heart-shaped leaves on it.
This morning, I played with mud. This evening, I played with mud.
Different muds though. 😆 (The mug came first.)
Girl Genius just got rejected for Emerald City Comic Con, their *local* convention. It's NOT YOU.
I'm so grateful to how hard my writers' group critted me. I'm still not happy with my writing, but it's loads better than it used to be -- and now when I do other arts, and I have the "why do I suck??" moments, I can say to myself, "Oh look, I tried a thing where I learned something the hard way!"
