A Dig Dig Here -- A Dig Dig There ...

​We Are Planted.
​(So are the Weeds)

​Interesting days with Furious George and Mr. Bitterman. They both refused to weed the garden this morning due to the danger of lightning storms. I tried to explain that those usually happen in the afternoon in these parts, plus, there wasn't a cloud in the sky and nothing was predicted for the next six days. They just did their usual jibber-jabber and hustled off to the basement to watch the final episodes of "Fargo" and "American Gods."
​(I put Becky on the job and she's fulfilling it admirably!)
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​Nora -- the Lower Garden
​Yeah, I know -- it's a shaky shot from Moody Monkey Cam

​The plantings from seed are taking forever to take root, so we might have to forego the Super Duper Seed Planting Kit for Junior Gardeners from Your Friends at Monsanto next year. It will be interesting to see what we get by late summer, early fall, if anything. And, as the growing season here is so short, I'm not sure they can make it. We've had a foot of snow on September 10 in the past. As you can see, the beans, acorn squash and cucumbers are catching on, as are the weeds. Gonna have to get Becky over here, too.
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​Taters!

​We do have a lovely crop of sweet potatoes going this season. Don't know if they will rise to the occasion but they sure look nice right now.  
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Nick -- The Upper Garden
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In the distance, you can see the three Anaheim plants. Between those and the tomatoes (4 from seed) we've got a struggling batch of oregano, thyme, which is doing quite well, and jalapeno peppers which are difficult to tell from the weeds.

​Aside from pulling weeds -- now, we wait. Fertilize, and wait. Watch the weather, and wait. Run outside and lean over the seedlings in hail storms, and wait. Watch "Fargo" and wait. And, then, plan future additions to Mr. Bitterman's Garden:

The Next Purchase (Or Project)
​My Very Own Captain Video Spaceship/Greenhouse

​Mr. Bitterman and Furious George would look great in these outfits. It'll be ten tons of fun wrangling them into them, but once they're dressed, they should stand out as great representatives of Iconic 50's TV and The Great American/Soviet Space Race. 
​(The fact that the uni's should also cut down on complaints from the Bat Shit Crazy Neighbor about Nude Monkeys running around the neighborhood (Furious resents that. He's a Ape.) is simply a bonus in these parts.
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Grow, Damn  You!
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