I think that using a toothpick to lift the soil, then grasping the seedling by its leaves works, if the leaves are dime-size or larger.
Bob
Bob
Deluxestogie Grow Log 2020
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"A 50,000-year-old piece of string hints at Neanderthal intelligence, scientists say."
No, no, no! I was wondering who had rummaged through my underwear drawer. Dammit!
Bob
No, no, no! I was wondering who had rummaged through my underwear drawer. Dammit!
Bob
GreenDragon
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Avert your eyes people! Bob's going commando!
Tutu
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Honestly I am absolutely thrilled! I have not been able to grow Viqueque ever after collecting it. Ainaro and Liquica I did and they were good sturdy plants until half destroyed by a hurricane while I was in Indonesia. Would be amazing if you are able to gather seeds from these three Bob.
I have set up seed trays myself. Something else than the above mentioned sprouted. Will start a proper grow log later this week because why not.
On the Amersfoort I got good healthy seeds here.
Proper social distancing.
This is one of my four 1020 trays, two weeks after transferring the seedlings from their germination jars to the cell inserts. The only cause to celebrate is that they are alive and healthy. The nearest Ainaro cell proudly holds two plantlets. Others are in the other cells, but are so microscopic that I really have to squint.
Bob
Tutu
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Alive is alive, that's what counts! And the Prilep is setting the right example I see, they look very healthy!
These guys have 6 more weeks to decide to be somebody.
Bob
Bob
ChinaVoodoo
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That's how I feel.These guys have 6 more weeks to decide to be somebody.
Bob
Today was my day to brave shopping at Walmart. It's been about 6 weeks since I was there. I planned to pickup groceries and my prescriptions. They have a dedicated hour (1st hour they're open in the morning) just for codgers, the halt and the lame. First problem with that is that their pharmacy opens an hour later.
As the closest Walmart to Virginia Tech, I'm used to seeing it less populated during spring break, etc. Today, home-made mask covering my face, I saw an average of one shopper for every two isles. Spooky. They had plenty of most things. Surprisingly, with the US pork production industry quickly shutting down, I was able to buy breakfast sausage, bacon, cured ham and hot dogs at their usual price--plenty there. I expected no toilet paper, and indeed, there was not a single roll to be had. Didn't need any. What does puzzle me is their total absence of paper towels. Where the hell are they all going? I picked up three 100-packs of "strong, heavy" paper napkins in their stead.
Decent olive oil was MIA, as was yeast and most wheat flour, other than biscuit flour. Of course, who would ever want whole wheat flour? They had a shelf full of it. So I snagged a bag. But nearly everything else one might expect in the way of groceries were amply stocked (except for the cheapest, small tube biscuits). FYI they had a wide selection of vegetable seed.
With a brimming shopping cart--unusual for me, I went over to the now-opened pharmacy. No wait. Curiously, they were remarkably low on antacids of all sorts.
All in all, the experience was less trying than I had expected it to be. When I got home, the refrigerated and frozen stuff was put into their respective compartments. Everything else--the room temperature stuff--was left in their bags on the kitchen floor, where they will sit for 2 or 3 days, before I put them away. I then washed the cooties off my pink, little hands.
I'll let you know within two weeks if I caught the coronavirus while there.
Bob
As the closest Walmart to Virginia Tech, I'm used to seeing it less populated during spring break, etc. Today, home-made mask covering my face, I saw an average of one shopper for every two isles. Spooky. They had plenty of most things. Surprisingly, with the US pork production industry quickly shutting down, I was able to buy breakfast sausage, bacon, cured ham and hot dogs at their usual price--plenty there. I expected no toilet paper, and indeed, there was not a single roll to be had. Didn't need any. What does puzzle me is their total absence of paper towels. Where the hell are they all going? I picked up three 100-packs of "strong, heavy" paper napkins in their stead.
Decent olive oil was MIA, as was yeast and most wheat flour, other than biscuit flour. Of course, who would ever want whole wheat flour? They had a shelf full of it. So I snagged a bag. But nearly everything else one might expect in the way of groceries were amply stocked (except for the cheapest, small tube biscuits). FYI they had a wide selection of vegetable seed.
With a brimming shopping cart--unusual for me, I went over to the now-opened pharmacy. No wait. Curiously, they were remarkably low on antacids of all sorts.
All in all, the experience was less trying than I had expected it to be. When I got home, the refrigerated and frozen stuff was put into their respective compartments. Everything else--the room temperature stuff--was left in their bags on the kitchen floor, where they will sit for 2 or 3 days, before I put them away. I then washed the cooties off my pink, little hands.
I'll let you know within two weeks if I caught the coronavirus while there.
Bob
This is a glorious sight! "Of what?" you ask. Of nothing. I have had color-cured leaf in varying quantities hanging from the ropes that I strung across the ceiling of my enclosed back porch since 2012. So some leaf or other, often huge amounts of leaf, has been hanging there continuously for the past 8 years. During that time, I have never had a clear view of the windows or sometimes even of the wire shelves since then.
How do I know? Today, I finished a kiln run. And I started another, using 1 huge bag of 2019 Piloto Cubano, plus all the remaining strings of leaf hanging in the porch. Each string, of course, has a tag with the variety and the crop year. One of them said, "Paris Wrapper 2012". That year was the only year that I grew Paris Wrapper (a flue-cure type). So there you have it. Some of that old, hanging leaf has been gently nibbled by tobacco beetles, but most is in remarkably good physical shape.
The Ziploc bag hanging in the window contains 3 sections of lilac wood, which I am curing. Hopefully they will make nice pipe tampers. All those yellow ropes on the hat rack are used to hang herbs for drying.
Bob
Lyrid Meteor Shower
I never learn. Last night, with "clear" skies, I decided to watch the Lyrid meteor shower. I used my two trekking poles to walk out to the lawn chair above my garden in total darkness. I sat down. The wind was cranking between 30 and 40 mph. Within two minutes, I and the lawn chair in which I was sitting were nearly blown over sideways in a wind gust. I applied the Pythagorean Theorem [Thank you, 9th grade geometry teacher!] to the huge, white pine tree upwind of me. I immediately used my two trekking poles to walk back to the house in total darkness.
Bob
I never learn. Last night, with "clear" skies, I decided to watch the Lyrid meteor shower. I used my two trekking poles to walk out to the lawn chair above my garden in total darkness. I sat down. The wind was cranking between 30 and 40 mph. Within two minutes, I and the lawn chair in which I was sitting were nearly blown over sideways in a wind gust. I applied the Pythagorean Theorem [Thank you, 9th grade geometry teacher!] to the huge, white pine tree upwind of me. I immediately used my two trekking poles to walk back to the house in total darkness.
Bob
I took advantage of a pause in the drizzle to go out and take this photo. The beds are empty and not yet tilled. The grass needs to be mowed again.
This afternoon, the New York Metropolitan Opera live-streamed for 4 hours what they called the "In-Home Gala". It was free for anyone to see. I watched only the final two hours of it. All of the Met's performers are at their homes, scattered across the world. What I found to be rather emotional for me was one performance of their chorus and orchestra. There were 100 performers--individual chorus members as well as individual orchestra members--performing together as though they were on a single stage, simultaneously, live, from their living rooms or libraries or kitchens world-wide. Yet it was perfectly in-tune, perfectly synchronized and truly stunning. I suppose what struck me deeply is how extraordinary this moment in history is for all of us. Seeing a video grid of 100 performers, each in his or her tiny, streaming window, separated from one another by as much as 10,000 miles, creating beautiful music for everyone in the world to enjoy. It was joyous and hopeful
Bob
Why is my clock
in a lockdown lock,
instead of just going tick-tock?
I smoke a cigar,
and it's really bizarre
that the clock doesn't move very far.
If I till up the garden,
then mow the whole yard in
a day, the clock just seems to harden.
Will this ever end,
maybe visit a friend,
or will lockdown enforcement extend?
Bob
I will be spraying my tobacco beds with glyphosate this week, to nuke all the weeds that have established themselves during the winter. I won't be transplanting for another month.
Spraying glyphosate requires two weather conditions: no wind and no rain for 12 hours. For the past two weeks, we've had minimum winds of about 8 mph, with gusting up to 45 mph on some days. During the few times that the wind has been calm, it has been drizzling. On the graph above, blue is rain probability, and the bottom line with little arrows is wind speed.
My magic moment is between 6 am and 9 am this coming Tuesday morning: no rain, and wind 2 to 3 mph. After that, conditions won't be suitable for at least another week or more. So I'll be setting the clock.
It takes very little glyphosate drift to kill unintended plants. So even with scarcely a breeze, I keep the spray nozzle near the ground.
Bob
desert_pioneer
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sounds like some intense stuff, glyphosate
Pipe7
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Interesting. I wonder if you could use a solar scorch with clear plastic wrap to accomplish the same thing. Glyphosate is some nasty stuff. 41% increase in lymphoma chances for those regularly exposed.
I guess we're screwed between the Roundup and the smoking.
I guess we're screwed between the Roundup and the smoking.
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