Deluxestogie Grow Log 2020

[GreenDragon]

I spend 99% of my time in Chrome. The other 1% I'm forced to use the old Internet Explorer to fill out my timesheet.

 

[MadFarmer]

I've been running Firefox inside various versions of Linux since 2005. Can't recommend it enough. I still have Windows on the hard drive for playing games with the kid.

 

[deluxestogie]

You are correct. You can't recommend Linux enough for me to switch to using it, which would cause me to lose many thousands of dollars worth of heavily used, installed applications. It's not a happy marriage between Windows and me, but I've been up to my neck in Microsoft since 1991. (I hold bunches of Microsoft certifications.) Sometimes we have to go to counseling. Besides, I own a pair of Microsoft socks.

Bob

 

[deluxestogie]

Idle Ramblings on the Predicament of a Bug Floating in my Water Bottle

I'm sitting on my porch. My 1 quart bottle of cold water, nearly full, sits on the table beside me. I notice a tiny, gnat-sized, winged insect floating motionless atop the water surface. When I attempt to pour out just enough water to remove the bug, the surface tension of the water always causes the bug to drift to the uphill side of the water surface. So repeated rotations and pourings of the bottle simply remove water, but not the bug. I swirl it and pour. No joy. I slosh it and pour. The tiny (now dizzy) bug is still there. I finally dump out all the remaining water. The surely confused bug remains inside the bottle, still motionless, plastered to the side.

Three partial fillings, swirlings and dumpings in the sink finally send the exhausted bug down the drain.

Bob

 

[deluxestogie]

I talk too much

I talk to the animals and birds that wander through my yard. (Catbirds are friendlier than house wrens.) Although, even with constant conversation, the groundhogs won't come very close to the porch, bunnies who started out not much bigger than a mouse frequently wander up to the edge of the porch, munching grass, while I hold a philosophical discussion with them. And the baby bunnies grow larger.

First thing this morning, I saw a bunny up on the porch steps, eating my potted Italian bean plant. I lurched out of the door. "Not my coffee bean!" I shouted.

The bunny looked up at me, like a puppy, and took another bite.

I waved my arms, and advanced ominously.

If it had a brow, it would have furrowed it in puzzlement. The bunny went down two steps, and resumed its breakfast of grass blades.

"What's wrong with you? I haven't mowed in two weeks, and you have to eat my coffee bean?"

The bunny didn't smile, but moved a few feet away, eating more overgrown grass blades. It wasn't until a catbird zoomed it (apparently saying, "Leave the old fart alone."), before the bunny scampered off.

Moral: The more you talk to your kids, the less they listen.

Bob

 

[Oldfella]

I talk too much

I talk to the animals and birds that wander through my yard. (Catbirds are friendlier than house wrens.) Although, even with constant conversation, the groundhogs won't come very close to the porch, bunnies who started out not much bigger than a mouse frequently wander up to the edge of the porch, munching grass, while I hold a philosophical discussion with them. And the baby bunnies grow larger.

First thing this morning, I saw a bunny up on the porch steps, eating my potted Italian bean plant. I lurched out of the door. "Not my coffee bean!" I shouted.

The bunny looked up at me, like a puppy, and took another bite.

I waved my arms, and advanced ominously.

If it had a brow, it would have furrowed it in puzzlement. The bunny went down two steps, and resumed its breakfast of grass blades.

"What's wrong with you? I haven't mowed in two weeks, and you have to eat my coffee bean?"

The bunny didn't smile, but moved a few feet away, eating more overgrown grass blades. It wasn't until a catbird zoomed it (apparently saying, "Leave the old fart alone."), before the bunny scampered off.

Moral: The more you talk to your kids, the less they listen.

Bob

How very, very true. Nothing wrong with talking to the animals. Some people actually believe that they can't understand us, they are quiet wrong of course. I grew up dairy farming in the days of walk through milking shed's, the cows always told us which bail and when they wanted to go in. Hens chatter away all day. Sometimes you just have to stop and listen. Ah the joys of waiting for the baccy to grow.
Enjoy your day.
Cheers Oldfella

 

[ChinaVoodoo]

How very, very true. Nothing wrong with talking to the animals. Some people actually believe that they can't understand us, they are quiet wrong of course. I grew up dairy farming in the days of walk through milking shed's, the cows always told us which bail and when they wanted to go in. Hens chatter away all day. Sometimes you just have to stop and listen. Ah the joys of waiting for the baccy to grow.
Enjoy your day.
Cheers Oldfella

Cats rarely talk to each other. Just to us.

 

[Oldfella]

Cats rarely talk to each other. Just to us.

Dogs have owners. Cats, however, have staff.
Sorry I had to get that in.
Cheers

 

[ChinaVoodoo]

Dogs have owners. Cats, however, have staff.
Sorry I had to get that in.
Cheers

Dogs have attachment issues.

 

[GreenDragon]

Now that I'm working from home, every time I have a Zoom meeting my Siamese thinks he has to join the conversation. Loudly.

 

[Oldfella]

Hey guys I think we are pinching the man's thread here.
Cheers Oldfella

 

[Radagast]

I talk too much

I talk to the animals and birds that wander through my yard. (Catbirds are friendlier than house wrens.) Although, even with constant conversation, the groundhogs won't come very close to the porch, bunnies who started out not much bigger than a mouse frequently wander up to the edge of the porch, munching grass, while I hold a philosophical discussion with them. And the baby bunnies grow larger.

First thing this morning, I saw a bunny up on the porch steps, eating my potted Italian bean plant. I lurched out of the door. "Not my coffee bean!" I shouted.

The bunny looked up at me, like a puppy, and took another bite.

I waved my arms, and advanced ominously.

If it had a brow, it would have furrowed it in puzzlement. The bunny went down two steps, and resumed its breakfast of grass blades.

"What's wrong with you? I haven't mowed in two weeks, and you have to eat my coffee bean?"

The bunny didn't smile, but moved a few feet away, eating more overgrown grass blades. It wasn't until a catbird zoomed it (apparently saying, "Leave the old fart alone."), before the bunny scampered off.

Moral: The more you talk to your kids, the less they listen.

Bob

As I write this I'm conversing with my adopted chipmunk. Don't forget to talk to your plants! There have been 'studies' (kids' science projects) showing impressive results. Also Don Juan Matus (of Carlos Castaneda's bizzare and possibly fictional tales of a mysterious sorcerer) said it's important, though elusive as to exactly why.

 

[deluxestogie]

I am not on speaking terms with my plants this season. They will have to earn the privilege.

Bob

 

[deluxestogie]

Finally a Sunny Day!

The sun came out. I waited for my soggy ground and overgrown grass to dry enough so that I wouldn't need to wear hip-waders. The temp soared to 85ºF. Time at last to put some tobacco in the ground. I went to my enclosed back porch to select the tobacco transplants that would be the first into the ground this year.

The sky suddenly darkened. Wind picked up to 50+ mph. Rain began to fall. It didn't last long. Just long enough to soak everything again, leaving mud in the planting beds. The temp dropped by 17°F. Maybe later today? Drizzle now comes and goes.

Perhaps I was overly ambitious in naming this thread "Grow Log".

Bob

 

[Oldfella]

Finally a Sunny Day!

The sun came out. I waited for my soggy ground and overgrown grass to dry enough so that I wouldn't need to wear hip-waders. The temp soared to 85ºF. Time at last to put some tobacco in the ground. I went to my enclosed back porch to select the tobacco transplants that would be the first into the ground this year.

The sky suddenly darkened. Wind picked up to 50+ mph. Rain began to fall. It didn't last long. Just long enough to soak everything again, leaving mud in the planting beds. The temp dropped by 17°F. Maybe later today? Drizzle now comes and goes.

Perhaps I was overly ambitious in naming this thread "Grow Log".

Bob

Perhaps. "Bog log" Got a (nice) Ring to it anyway.
Hope it all improves for you soon.
Cheers. Oldfellala

 

[deluxestogie]

If I were a new grower, I might just toss all four 1020 trays into the dumpster, and plan on purchasing tobacco, instead of pretending that I can grow it. But I have a far more mellow attitude about it. I'll get what I get. Agriculture is just that way sometimes. Fortunately, my livelihood does not depend on a full and successful crop. Unfortunately, non-planting is not particularly photogenic. So the posts aren't as much fun.

Bob

 

[deluxestogie]

A skunk just wandered out from beneath my back porch, and walked past the steps of my front porch. I always calmly talk to oblivious skunks, so as not to surprise or frighten them. "Go away," I said softly, gently waving my hand. The skunk missed something in translation. It looked up at me, slowly turned around, and wandered under my back porch.

Bob

 

[CobGuy]

The skunk missed something in translation.

I believe you have to speak French to them.

~Monsieur Le Pew

 

[Oldfella]

I believe you have to speak French to them.

~Monsieur Le Pew

If you know them well enough you may call them,
" Pepe Le Pew"
Cheers Oldfella

 

[ChinaVoodoo]

Sounds like you could use some owls on your property.