WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Signs of Spring: Katie Plants Flowers
byVanderleunonMarch 7, 2018
Now that it is March many different trees and flowers are in bloom here in Paradise. I’ve started to think about planting the window boxes on my deck. It is a difficult and complex task to get the soil in the containers just right so I’ve begun to watch various YouTube tutorials on techniques and additives. This one, via Knuckledraggin, is full of tips.
Going on 20 years now, American Digest has been my favorite place to visit. Not just for the cleavage, either. Don’t get me wrong, there should be more cleavage. But the balance here is perfect. Thank you Gerard!
I watched the whole thing twice, and still don’t know a thing @ planting in pots.
VanderleunMarch 7, 2018, 10:25 AM
“The pleasure is to serve.”
Howard NelsonMarch 7, 2018, 10:56 AM
Casey, the trick to understanding the planting, on your third viewing, is to chant, quickly and repeatedly, “Bosom buddies, bosom bodies, busy bodies help keep abreast of blossoms.”
Gerard, those people hate us. Euroboobs are trash. American boobs rule the whole world, just ask David Lee Roth about California girls. Nothing compares.
It’s time we got back to our roots and our own wamen. Once those little university cuties wake up from their feminist nightmares they’re going to want to procreate like true Americans.
Oh yeah, ha ha … I.sleep.with.one!
CCWMarch 7, 2018, 7:33 PM
Looks like spring is busting out all over the place.
ghostsniperMarch 8, 2018, 4:47 AM
You do realize I hope that planting in pots wasn’t the issue.
My wife maintains the planting areas around here and I take care of the heavy stuff – the 2 acres of lawn and thousands of trees. Granted none of it is hard, but when, say, a dead branch breaks off and takes out the power line along the road like it did last week, and splatters all over the road causing mayhem for the drivers I am the one to deal with it. Same with the huge maple that snapped off about 6′ about the ground last fall behind my workshop. It fell toward the workshop and was suspended in mid air by 8 sycamores that were arched over the roof like springs. It took a bit of planning but all of them eventually got horizontal by way of multiple chainsaws and other cutting tools and as soon as the cold/rain lets up will be properly disposed of.
Some of the flower beds were here when we moved in and my wife has created many others since. We prefer the ones that keep coming up each year with no human inducement. The gift that keeps on giving. Buy once, enjoy for the rest of your life. For her birthday last month I gave her 2 dozen red tulip and yellow crocus bulbs and last weekend they were installed in 3 new beds.
I can stand on our porches and scan the yard and tell what month it is by the colors I see.
ghostsniperMarch 8, 2018, 4:49 AM
If I walked out in the yard and saw my wife all hunkered down and dressed like Katie she would get serviced right on the spot. Thats something that is illegal in urbania and suburbania. One more benefit to ruralville!
CallmelennieMarch 8, 2018, 7:02 AM
Well, I learned something. When you have absolutely no goals in mind for your gardening efforts, you dont necessarily need a spade. You can substitute a variety of fork-like thingies.
Take notes, Jerry Seinfeld. This is how to wring humor out of nothing
ghostsniperMarch 8, 2018, 9:19 AM
Speaking of Seinfeld, I wonder if Dr Tim Whatley – alias Walter White- didn’t invite Jerry to his 62nd birthday party yesterday.
It’ll come to you.
RedactedMarch 8, 2018, 11:05 AM
I couldn’t understand what she was saying. Something about holding a root. Planting it deep. Mucking about in the dirt. And saying I’m sorry.
pbirdMarch 8, 2018, 11:45 AM
Laughing…
BJMMarch 9, 2018, 10:03 PM
Okay…a show of hands please…how many of you read the last line as “, is full of tits. ”
Thanks Gerard, we need an antidote to International Hoo-Hah Day.
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Can’t leave it alone
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To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
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About it
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Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Going on 20 years now, American Digest has been my favorite place to visit. Not just for the cleavage, either. Don’t get me wrong, there should be more cleavage. But the balance here is perfect. Thank you Gerard!
I watched the whole thing twice, and still don’t know a thing @ planting in pots.
“The pleasure is to serve.”
Casey, the trick to understanding the planting, on your third viewing, is to chant, quickly and repeatedly, “Bosom buddies, bosom bodies, busy bodies help keep abreast of blossoms.”
Much more enjoyable guessing.
Now THAT woke me up.
Ugh, Euro-skank … that dang accent.
Gerard, those people hate us. Euroboobs are trash. American boobs rule the whole world, just ask David Lee Roth about California girls. Nothing compares.
It’s time we got back to our roots and our own wamen. Once those little university cuties wake up from their feminist nightmares they’re going to want to procreate like true Americans.
Oh yeah, ha ha … I.sleep.with.one!
Looks like spring is busting out all over the place.
You do realize I hope that planting in pots wasn’t the issue.
My wife maintains the planting areas around here and I take care of the heavy stuff – the 2 acres of lawn and thousands of trees. Granted none of it is hard, but when, say, a dead branch breaks off and takes out the power line along the road like it did last week, and splatters all over the road causing mayhem for the drivers I am the one to deal with it. Same with the huge maple that snapped off about 6′ about the ground last fall behind my workshop. It fell toward the workshop and was suspended in mid air by 8 sycamores that were arched over the roof like springs. It took a bit of planning but all of them eventually got horizontal by way of multiple chainsaws and other cutting tools and as soon as the cold/rain lets up will be properly disposed of.
Some of the flower beds were here when we moved in and my wife has created many others since. We prefer the ones that keep coming up each year with no human inducement. The gift that keeps on giving. Buy once, enjoy for the rest of your life. For her birthday last month I gave her 2 dozen red tulip and yellow crocus bulbs and last weekend they were installed in 3 new beds.
I can stand on our porches and scan the yard and tell what month it is by the colors I see.
If I walked out in the yard and saw my wife all hunkered down and dressed like Katie she would get serviced right on the spot. Thats something that is illegal in urbania and suburbania. One more benefit to ruralville!
Well, I learned something. When you have absolutely no goals in mind for your gardening efforts, you dont necessarily need a spade. You can substitute a variety of fork-like thingies.
Take notes, Jerry Seinfeld. This is how to wring humor out of nothing
Speaking of Seinfeld, I wonder if Dr Tim Whatley – alias Walter White- didn’t invite Jerry to his 62nd birthday party yesterday.
It’ll come to you.
I couldn’t understand what she was saying. Something about holding a root. Planting it deep. Mucking about in the dirt. And saying I’m sorry.
Laughing…
Okay…a show of hands please…how many of you read the last line as “, is full of tits. ”
Thanks Gerard, we need an antidote to International Hoo-Hah Day.