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Holy Heru!
Dec. 28th, 2007 03:48 pm... Dylan Moran was right. Melbourne is 30cm from the surface of the sun. I went into our back garden to discover that the sage I planted out yesterday (present from Smallest Sister) was still looking wilty. I was concerned.
Not as concerned, however, as when I discovered Mysterious Serrated-Leaved Seedling That I Always Secretly Hoped Was Strawberry, which spontaneously grew from a box of worm castings, was dried to crispy (it was fine this morning!). As in, "I pressed this between filter paper and two Yellow Pages for six months" crispy. Searching the garden bed for the three basil plants I planted out yesterday (also from Smallest Sister) had almost vanished, they were so burnt. There were sad little green stems topped by shrunken brown leaves. WTF?? Two of them only got morning sunlight, and are now in shade. Sure, the control plant I planted on the other side of the garden might be expected to be a little crispy. But all of them?
I have watered the bed, as well as Egbert, our eggplant (SS again. I was treated this Christmas), to within an inch of their lives. I used up the last few litres of rainwater I had saved from the horrific rainstorms we had earlier this week.
Not as concerned, however, as when I discovered Mysterious Serrated-Leaved Seedling That I Always Secretly Hoped Was Strawberry, which spontaneously grew from a box of worm castings, was dried to crispy (it was fine this morning!). As in, "I pressed this between filter paper and two Yellow Pages for six months" crispy. Searching the garden bed for the three basil plants I planted out yesterday (also from Smallest Sister) had almost vanished, they were so burnt. There were sad little green stems topped by shrunken brown leaves. WTF?? Two of them only got morning sunlight, and are now in shade. Sure, the control plant I planted on the other side of the garden might be expected to be a little crispy. But all of them?
I have watered the bed, as well as Egbert, our eggplant (SS again. I was treated this Christmas), to within an inch of their lives. I used up the last few litres of rainwater I had saved from the horrific rainstorms we had earlier this week.
