Here I am worrying yet again about the outdoor babies. This is the 3rd try growing outdoors.
The first year I had a well-hidden site all ready to plant when I had to call a deputy sheriff to remove a rattler from my woodbox. I didn't want it killed so off he went with the rattler down to my gro site. Whew! Of all the places he could have gone.
Next year an electric co. guy was working down at the well and came back up to the house via an unused gate and path that no one had ever used before. I saw him walk right past my 6 plants without seeming to notice. Again, Whew!
Now, today. A tree-cutter guy that has done work for me before came by and offered to cut a 50' dying tree behind barn for only $150. He needs gas money for a trip north. He will cut it up and stack it, too. No way could I pass up such a price so he is out there cutting. It's about 20' away from my newest babies. There are 6 of them about 12" tall and very bushy. There's a huge bush in back of them and some tall grass in front. Now I am pacing and nibbling on fingers wondering if there will be any left. I'm not so worried about the Po busting me as I am about the gossip in this small town. Well, thanks for listening--it's too early to pack a bowl so back to pacing and nibbling.
What d'ya'll think? Is this some kind of sign that I should forget about growing outdoors? Or just freaky coincidences?
The first year I had a well-hidden site all ready to plant when I had to call a deputy sheriff to remove a rattler from my woodbox. I didn't want it killed so off he went with the rattler down to my gro site. Whew! Of all the places he could have gone.
Next year an electric co. guy was working down at the well and came back up to the house via an unused gate and path that no one had ever used before. I saw him walk right past my 6 plants without seeming to notice. Again, Whew!
Now, today. A tree-cutter guy that has done work for me before came by and offered to cut a 50' dying tree behind barn for only $150. He needs gas money for a trip north. He will cut it up and stack it, too. No way could I pass up such a price so he is out there cutting. It's about 20' away from my newest babies. There are 6 of them about 12" tall and very bushy. There's a huge bush in back of them and some tall grass in front. Now I am pacing and nibbling on fingers wondering if there will be any left. I'm not so worried about the Po busting me as I am about the gossip in this small town. Well, thanks for listening--it's too early to pack a bowl so back to pacing and nibbling.
What d'ya'll think? Is this some kind of sign that I should forget about growing outdoors? Or just freaky coincidences?