That's how the days are going by. I can't seem to fit all I want into a day's time. I think it's the season when I should stop sleeping at night so I can get more done.
I've been transplanting seedlings to bigger pots. And transplanting more seedlings. And transplanting more . . . well, you get the picture.
These are Brussels sprouts waving hello to you.
I swear the seedlings multiply under the lights at night when no one is looking. When Papa Pea walks by he says, "Food! Look at all that good food!" I haven't told him that some of the little green guys are flowers. (Wo)man does not live by green peppers alone.
We got the final coat of paint on the living room ceiling yesterday. I just want to go on record and say that we will never repaint that ceiling. If it absolutely has to be done at some time in the future, I'll stand on the floor and aim a spray painter straight up. Arrrgh, what a great job to have done. Fortunately, we are both very happy with the way it looks. A very 1950s cottage-ish style.
We've had strong winds the last few days which are serving to dry out our area even more. This is not a good thing. A forest fire broke out near our daughter's place today, but luckily was contained and brought under control before sundown tonight. Living in such a densely forested area is scary when conditions get too dry. If you have any extra rain hanging around that you don't need, feel free to send it our way.
Still haven't received our shipment of the (fake) brick to finish the wood stove surround in the living room. We'll just have to keep patiently (yeah, right -- gnash, gnash) waiting for it to arrive.
I think I said this a few posts ago, but I hope to get our potatoes planted tomorrow. They are SPROUT-ing and really want to go in the ground. It will be good to have that job crossed off the list. By the end of tomorrow. Yes, it will be. Yessir.
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