hothouse flowers, my ass
Aug. 2nd, 2004 01:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alenxa_classicWe went to Home Despot yesterday to pick up some new pots, a new stake for one of the tomatoes, and some tomato cages if they had them. And gloves, as the "better than leather" stuff on the palms of the ones I found at Target has dissolved into icky green goo. (Well, that's one thing it does better than leather.) We came out with a stake, the pots, a plant dolly for the huge tomato pot, a packet of bamboo stakes in lieu of the cages they were out of, and a baby basil to replace the already-flowered one withering on the patio rail.
And the gloves. They don't keep the gloves in the garden section, but over near the tool corral. They have what looks like a good selection, but on closer inspection it largely sucks. What looked like a good stock of women's gloves turned out to be a good stock of one kind (canvas with extra gripping dots), in one size (medium), in about six fabric patterns. I can understand chronic hobby gardeners getting fussy about the color of their chibi ladybugs, but come on. Would it kill you to have some smalls and larges? The fingers on the women's medium gloves reach just about halfway between my finger webbing and the next knuckle, which is damn uncomfortable, especially when coupled with the wrist always creeping up into my palm. I'd wear men's gloves, but the wrists are big enough for both my hands and dirt loves to take advantage of that. The only gloves in the place that I could comfortably wear were plain jersey, no waterproofing, with the damn grippy dots. The label says they're PVC, but I'm figuring they'll disintegrate in a few months anyway.
Anyway, I finally repotted the rosemary, to which I apologized profusely after discovering that its root system had so overgrown its pot as to be sucking moisture directly from the space beneath. I also put the jade we got from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kelson's parents into a pot that wouldn't tip over from the weight of the plant. As I was doing so, I noticed that the other plant growing in the same pot, which I had thought was a weed, was actually . . . a tomato. Yup, I now have a feral tomato of my very own. Trouble is, the roots of jade plants are very hard and woody, and disentangling soft, thready tomato roots from them was not fun for either me or the tomato. So it remains to be seen how my new baby will hold up, and what it might be when it grows up. It looked pretty good this morning, but only time will tell.
And the gloves. They don't keep the gloves in the garden section, but over near the tool corral. They have what looks like a good selection, but on closer inspection it largely sucks. What looked like a good stock of women's gloves turned out to be a good stock of one kind (canvas with extra gripping dots), in one size (medium), in about six fabric patterns. I can understand chronic hobby gardeners getting fussy about the color of their chibi ladybugs, but come on. Would it kill you to have some smalls and larges? The fingers on the women's medium gloves reach just about halfway between my finger webbing and the next knuckle, which is damn uncomfortable, especially when coupled with the wrist always creeping up into my palm. I'd wear men's gloves, but the wrists are big enough for both my hands and dirt loves to take advantage of that. The only gloves in the place that I could comfortably wear were plain jersey, no waterproofing, with the damn grippy dots. The label says they're PVC, but I'm figuring they'll disintegrate in a few months anyway.
Anyway, I finally repotted the rosemary, to which I apologized profusely after discovering that its root system had so overgrown its pot as to be sucking moisture directly from the space beneath. I also put the jade we got from
kelson's parents into a pot that wouldn't tip over from the weight of the plant. As I was doing so, I noticed that the other plant growing in the same pot, which I had thought was a weed, was actually . . . a tomato. Yup, I now have a feral tomato of my very own. Trouble is, the roots of jade plants are very hard and woody, and disentangling soft, thready tomato roots from them was not fun for either me or the tomato. So it remains to be seen how my new baby will hold up, and what it might be when it grows up. It looked pretty good this morning, but only time will tell.
