Today we waved the white flag at the heat and turned on the AC. I reasoned that if we ever wanted to get anything DONE around the house - cleaning, cooking, stuff like that - we were going to have to be able to move from point A to point B without dripping sweat everywhere. With no AC and temps shooting way into the 90’s, I’m not good for much except laying on the couch and being sticky. Sexy, but not productive.
So late this afternoon, after we got back from a late lunch and quick trip to an Ace gardening center, we decided to be productive. Some cleaning got done. Some…no wait…LOTS of garbage and empty boxes got hauled out. And the balcony garden was completed successfully, and is now suitable for proper summertime enjoyment. Meaning, of course, the all the dead leaves and crap that had fallen from our upstairs neighbor’s balcony have now been swept to our downstairs neighbor’s porch. It’s OK. Only one of them actually uses it, and she just smokes on it - filling our condo with the smell of tobacco and carcinogens. Bastards. EAT MY DIRT AND DEAD LEAVES! Thus completing the cycle of balcony cleaning.
Assuming I can keep up with the watering before the hot Atlanta sun turns my gorgeous green plants into crispy brown skeletons, we should have a very nice crop of herbs and veggies this year.
the hanging baskets - spider plant, purple passion, and tomatoes
the whole shebang
you can see identifications and descriptions of the individual plants here. In the meantime, I’m going to go scrub out all this dirt from under my fingernails.
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If anyone in Atlanta would like some pepper plants, let me know! See that flat on the table? That’s all my extra peppers. They are a hot pepper mix - I don’t know which ones are which. But I can be bribed to transfer them to small peat pots and bring them to Knitch. Let me know!
HAHAH! Eat my dead leaves. I’ll have to remember that when the crazy lady next door starts to get uppity. HA! I laugh at your A/C. Swamp coolers rule! I could never handle the humidity again. Unless I lived near a beach. I am officially a desert rat.
We threw in the towel and put the AC in the window Friday–when even I can’t breathe the thick shit we get up here in Wisconsin it’s time to give the hell up and do it.
You just reminded me–sometime this week I need to toss the packet of catnip seeds I bought into the scrub on the empty lot next door. Not only will my kitties love the fresh catnip but the rest of the feline population around here will quit yowling at each other and roll in the catcrack.
when my brother was younger, he tried to start a garden but everthing fried out in the sun lol!
It’s up in the high 90’s here with a heat index of 102 degrees. WTF? It’s only the beginning of June!!
Love the patio ; )
a/c went on here Saturday as well. Because Con Ed owns my soul in the summer time, it’s on at 82* when I’m not home (dude, I have a geriatric cat who does a very good “dead” imitation even with the a/c on) and 78* when I’m home. I can hear my mother now “Why do you even turn it on? If you’re going to leave it on at 80*, you might as well not turn it on at all.” No mom, because 80*? It’s cooler than 96*. Thank you Pennsylvania public schools for teaching me that.
Seriously, though, this type of heat and I die. Especially in my top-floor apartment in a hundred year old house. The insulation wasn’t great back in the day…