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greens of so many shades
lol The following was "saved from draft":
My parents' house is very well insulated: yesterday it was about 83° and inside the house it was a crisp 70°. In the winter though, it's not so nice since we don't like using the heater, so it stays between 59°-65°. And since we're in Oregon, where it rains at least eight months out of the year... you can guess
I have no idea when I wrote that--could've been somewhere as early as late May, or way into late June. Right now it's 68° outside. It's been like this for a fucking week. I hate this global-warming-climate-change shit. I feel so terrible for the agriculture producers. When I say "agriculture producers" I mean the management and the labor; not the business partners and owners.
I've been getting lazy about gardening: my activities have collapsed into compost, water plants, pull weeds. My dad's back from California, so now I have some help and some direction in terms of gardening. But, still, I am unendingly lazy. Just... can't deal with myself sometimes.
My dad's stuck doing paperwork for a while, and the green house is up but not technically done. It must be done before fall comfortably sets in (October?). We have a TON of blackberry bushes to slaughter. A huge holly tree. Erm, other things I can't think of at the moment?
Anyway. My parents planted three blueberry plants four or so years ago, and they're finally bearing juicy, sumptuous, fragrant fruit!! I ate them with plain greek yogurt, with granola, or just by themselves :3
My parents' house is very well insulated: yesterday it was about 83° and inside the house it was a crisp 70°. In the winter though, it's not so nice since we don't like using the heater, so it stays between 59°-65°. And since we're in Oregon, where it rains at least eight months out of the year... you can guess
I have no idea when I wrote that--could've been somewhere as early as late May, or way into late June. Right now it's 68° outside. It's been like this for a fucking week. I hate this global-warming-climate-change shit. I feel so terrible for the agriculture producers. When I say "agriculture producers" I mean the management and the labor; not the business partners and owners.
I've been getting lazy about gardening: my activities have collapsed into compost, water plants, pull weeds. My dad's back from California, so now I have some help and some direction in terms of gardening. But, still, I am unendingly lazy. Just... can't deal with myself sometimes.
My dad's stuck doing paperwork for a while, and the green house is up but not technically done. It must be done before fall comfortably sets in (October?). We have a TON of blackberry bushes to slaughter. A huge holly tree. Erm, other things I can't think of at the moment?
Anyway. My parents planted three blueberry plants four or so years ago, and they're finally bearing juicy, sumptuous, fragrant fruit!! I ate them with plain greek yogurt, with granola, or just by themselves :3
