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Actually, they're still not dead!  

They're also still not in the ground, where they belong.  Also, they're really showing what terrible shape they're in.  That's a lot of abuse for poor plants to take.  

I AM the inconsistent gardener.  Fear my inconsistent gardening in my inconsistent garden!!!

The Worst Thing That Can Happen ...

... when you're gardening is that you kill plants.  Not a big deal.  Not the end of the world.

I forgot to bring the scarlet runner beans back inside last night.  They really, really, really didn't flourish in the cold night air.  

So, what am I going to do?  I am going to put the protesting and weak nasturtiums back outside next to them and go to work.  What else can I do?  They've got to go out. If When they die, they die.  Gotta go!

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I put the peas into the plot, along with the stringbeans and the beets.  They're in the earth now.  I don't think that the beets will be up to much, frankly.  I took them out of their pots and there wasn't sign of much going on in there.  Oh, well.  

The nasturtiums and marigolds went out into the chilly winds for the day.  They didn't like it.  The nasturtiums are all lying down.  We're going on holiday soon and everyone has to be in a permanent home by the time we're gone.  That's the way it's going to be.  So, the flowers are going to go into the flowerbeds and the runner beans are going to find a place to be somewhere, somehow and the mint and the basil will go into pots because I'm not stupid enough to put two bits of mint deliberately into one flowerbed.   And it's all going to happen some time soon.  Maybe Wednesday.

As an antidote to the previous discussion (which is basically a description of how I'm going to kill all of those plants), it's time to mention that the daffs are out properly now.  They're shining at the world.  Ahhh.

Billions of Blistering Bags of Beets!

I always liked the Captain Haddock rants.  Now that I'm older and gradually re-acquainting myself with Tintin, I find that some of them have aged better than others.  Nonetheless, they're inspirational enough that I can't look at my (admittedly somewhat odd) bag of plants without thinking of it as an alliterative epithet.

It's a stretch, of course, to describe the above as a bag of beets, but pestillence-porting parcel of peas isn't quite right in the Haddock spirit.   

Sunny Sunday

Still no actual gardening to report.  In fact, it dawned so grey, cold, and miserable that we didn't even make it down to the plot for the gardening meeting.  Oops.  

However, the sun has come out and it's lovely now.  The daffodils are starting to think that maybe it will be ok after all.

The hyacinths are doing what hyacinths do.  It's silly, really.  It must be a breeding thing.  There must somewhere be a natural hyacinth that isn't barbie-doll-ishly top-heavy.  It can't be a favoured trait to end up face-down in the dirt.  But not here in my little bit of earth.  Nope.  Gotta get so many flowers onto that sucker that it can't support its own weight.  

My favourite thing at the moment is the little star-like crocuses.  They must be part of the new collection I planted last fall.  They're not in the friendliest of spots, but they're doing an ace job being elegant. 

Uh oh.

Chutney the cat has something strange about her back which means that she's a lousy leaper.  I had been assuming that she couldn't reach the windowsill where I was putting the plants because the plants were in the way.  

I was wrong.  Putting these things into the earth just got more urgent.

No Gardening Today

The day is nearly over, and even though it's a Saturday, I have spent pretty much the whole day working.  Not a smidgen of gardening has happened to chronicle.  I thought for a while that I had watered the plants, but on reflection, I decided it was actually yesterday that I did the watering.  

Nothing to report.