I am so excited about growing stuff. Like stupid excited.
About 10 days ago, I planted beans. What I mean is I actually put beans in the ground and covered them with dirt. Now they look like this:
Take that, Jack!
(That was a Jack and the Beanstalk reference, in case you missed it.)
Filling the Pots
Anyway, John suggested that we use some of our 4 cubic yards of dirt to fill pots for next year’s seedlings. Brilliant! So I did it. Then I lined them up in trays and it looked so cool, I took a photo:
Interlude
After I filled the pots, I left them on the grass and went back to working on the driveway.
La la la. Stuff happened. Here’s a cute photo of our dogs to pass the time:
The Horror
A little while later, the driveway was finished and John decided to park the truck on it.
Oh god. The humanity.
My screams could not penetrate the air conditioned comfort of the truck’s cab as he ran squarely over my pots.
Squished!
Since eye-witness testimony is sketchy at best, I did a quick forensic evaluation, which I learned about from television. I submit that the tire tracks in this photo match the right front tire of the defendant’s RAM 1500 on all class characteristics. I also found 18 matching individual characteristics.
So basically, he’s dead.
No not really. I still love him, even though he squished the pots. He even suggested I take this photo to document the act for blogging purposes. You can see how weary and heartbroken I was by the coating of stone dust on my shoe.
I was able to salvage most of them, and even distributed the dirt from the tire-track pot to other pots that were mangled, but not fatally.
So here’s to future seedlings! You are the true survivors.