The weather changed my plans today. After an appointment, I made my fastest ever Carpinito Brother's visit. I walked out with vegetable seedlings even before my coffee could get cold.
Broccoli, three types of lettuce, Swiss chard, peas and beets. The beets have such long roots they may not transplant well. I usually plant them as seeds. There were many beet seedlings so we'll see how many make it.
While the days will be sunny this week, the nights are frosty. Part of the seedlings are protected by the cloche, now in a different row than last year. Since they are all vegetables that can take some cold weather, hopefully they'll do ok in the rows without the cloche also.
What was in the plans was planting the last of the 30 cedar seedlings. And now that's done too.
I wish I could record this as a scratch and sniff. Wonderful old car garage smells are a powerful memory trigger for me. What a fun evening with dinner, visiting, and touring car and garden projects.
This is a La Salle Flower Car, used for carrying flowers for funerals (and sometimes as backup hearse). You don't see one of these every day or even one a year. Our host has restored it, piece by piece. When an original piece couldn't be found, he had to build it.
A close up of my friend's mosaic at the Regional Mosaic Art Exhibition at the Tacoma Public Library through April 26. The show has art of many styles, colors and materials. Visit the library to see how amazingly the pieces come together.
The travel bug was missing, but this is the first geocache guard hippo we've encountered.
See posts of geocaching tours here. Our first explanation of geocaching is here.
Now I simply say - it's like a world wide Easter egg hunt. People hide stuff and post GPS coordinates and hints on geocaching.com. Other people try to find the stuff and post comments and photos from the excursion. There are lots of cool or creative hiding places near and far.
I put away some Christmas photos my friend sent me. Then perused the photos I took with the same friend on a trip to Nashville in 1989. That led to the photos of our Alabama garden in 1990.
Here is my dad looking serious with his beard and mustache he grew for his last weeks or months before retirement. He was on a post retirement road trip, including a stop to visit me. We were watching birds in our back yard.
The Alabama garden in late summer with mostly herbs and flowers remaining. I didn't photograph the vegetable harvest then. I discovered I like fresh okra and I remember lots of tomatoes.