Happy Mother's Day! I went to visit my mom and dad, sisters, brother in laws, nephews, etc., today and we had a wonderful picnic on an absolutely gorgeous spring day.
There is a bumper crop of bibb lettuce at the farm this year, so I picked a bag for each sister and my parents. I don't listen to the news, don't have tv, so when I handed them the lettuce and they laughed and jokingly said "does it have e-coli on it", I said "of course not, I grew it and I know how it was grown and picked". Then they told me about the e-coli recall from several major grocery stores involving fresh green veggies.
It's getting to be a scary place out there, depending on folks we don't know to provide our food. I don't grow everything I eat, but if I could, I would.
Yesterday I planted the tomato plants; around 320 of them, assorted heirloom varieties, and several "mainstream" varieties that produce well, taste good, or have good qualities to them. The garden prep went well, manure spreading, post installation, wire stringing, planting.....then came the watering in of the plants. I think the initial watering in of a freshly planted plant is as important as colostrum is to a human or animal when it's first born.
Anyway, the garden I planted the tomatoes in is in an area where there is irrigation pipe to the general area for drip tape, but to do the first watering I have to drag water hoses around.
I don't think there's anyone around who hates water hoses as badly as I do. I bought 2 that are supposed to be "kink free" but they still kink, although it's easier to get the kink out than a regular water hose. I had them hooked together and couldn't quite reach the last 1/4 of the beds (you know the story).
A few years ago my son (college, okay) gave me a waterhose during one of his moves. He said he didn't need it anymore. It looked like a college kid water hose (cheap), but I took it anyway, being the great mom that I am
I haven't used the hose much but I do remember looking at it oddly as it doesn't hang in nice round loops, but rather in a strange accordian fashion.
Back to the tomatoes. I needed just a little bit more water hose to get to the end of the beds I had planted so I got the college kid water hose out. Oh my gosh----it is the water hose from hell.....kink is not the word. AFTER I had convinced it to straighten out straight (about 15 minutes of messing with it), I had to hold it gently in my arms to keep it from kinking just from holding the nozzle at the end to spray the plants. It was worse than worst! I honestly think I could have carried water in 5-gallon buckets faster than I got that hose to work, but it became a challenge, know what I mean?
It did not get thrown away though. I'm somewhat of a packrat of things that might be useful in another life. I left it laying in the garden, so I know where it is, and it will serve another useful purpose, but I promise it will never have water running through it again!