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I guess I may be just gorgeously unfit, and I don't know what induced me to get involved with seed stuff anyway. These were inadvertently purchased by mistake because I thought I was buying ready-grown stuff in pots for the missus. English wild flower mix. Dang - but some of those seeds are tiny!
I mixed a few with some building sand, and spread them in compost in those little plastic array things. So once they get started, one becomes a bit invested in keeping them going. Way too many, and I had to split them into bigger plastic things. By now, I had regrets. Comes the time they are a mass of roots, struggling to share the little cube of earth each, and they are showing signs of trouble. OK then, find some random spots outside. Behind the (nearly complete) new workshop, facing the farm field seems good!
So I get out the mattock blade pick, and start digging the holes to plant these out. Not big holes really, just a few inches here and there. By the time I finished digging, and planting, and watering, and getting down on my knees, and up again, seemingly endlessly, I had probably around thirty little holes, then filled with plants, and watered. I was totally puffed out! The only bit of metal I re-shaped right then was on the top of a beer bottle!
I never before thought the stuff these gardening types get up to could be such a work-out!
I mixed a few with some building sand, and spread them in compost in those little plastic array things. So once they get started, one becomes a bit invested in keeping them going. Way too many, and I had to split them into bigger plastic things. By now, I had regrets. Comes the time they are a mass of roots, struggling to share the little cube of earth each, and they are showing signs of trouble. OK then, find some random spots outside. Behind the (nearly complete) new workshop, facing the farm field seems good!
So I get out the mattock blade pick, and start digging the holes to plant these out. Not big holes really, just a few inches here and there. By the time I finished digging, and planting, and watering, and getting down on my knees, and up again, seemingly endlessly, I had probably around thirty little holes, then filled with plants, and watered. I was totally puffed out! The only bit of metal I re-shaped right then was on the top of a beer bottle!
I never before thought the stuff these gardening types get up to could be such a work-out!