I gave my husband a gift certificate for a seed catalog for Christmas, and he got a pack of flower seeds as a bonus with his order. He put them aside while he carefully planted the tomato and corn and melon and other seeds in tiny containers in our little plastic green house. One day late in Spring he brought them out and asked me if I had somewhere to put them – I still had that old plastic tub full of dirt from my lettuce garden. I cleaned that out and sowed them as instructed.
It was a struggle, with the hot weather, to keep the little tub watered adequately. These flowers are tough, but I’d set the tub right in one of the sunniest spots in our yard, so I had to water it every morning and evening to make sure it got through that noon blast. If I missed more than one watering, they’d tip over and droop, what a guilt trip.
I only planted about a third of the packet, next time I’ll clear a little space in one of my rambling weedy flower beds and sow them right in the ground. There is so little dirt in that tub – I had to water them often, but not alot. I imagine they’d really take off in a well-drained bed.
Yesterday coming home from Forest Ranch I saw an animal run across the road ahead of my truck, too big to be a squirrel, I thought it might be a young cougar. It had run up a driveway, so I pulled over to look after it. As I sat there with my engine running, another animal came running along in the same direction – a fox. It was bigger than foxes I’d seen in Bidwell Park, and dark black instead of the grey-brown I’d seen. He was not wearing gloves, as far as I could tell.