You look radishing!

Welcome to the phase of post-fire projects! The stages of devacuation are apparently apathy, laziness, sloth, denial, acceptance, and productivity. Yes, it will probably burn down some day, but I want a few good seasons first. Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky enough to grow my own food once peak oil hits! Peak oil, infernos, economic collapse—it's sure to be an exciting surprise! And everything is better with salsa. Thus, tomatoes, jalapeños, cilantro...I also planted leeks, basil, carrots (the cool multicolored kind!) and—it turns out—WAY too many radishes. Or at least enough that I'm going to need to track down some delicious radish recipes.



To create these beds and fill them with the composted caviar and angora to pamper my seedlings took a lot of work...mostly work to generate the cash to buy the materials. "Dirt cheap" doesn't have much relevance for urban gardeners anymore.

Assembling the boxes was pretty easy work, and very rewarding. Little plants tucked into their new beds are as cute as leafy kittens. I like to imagine them purring... not really the best image as I yank them out of the dirt and bite their little radish heads off... still working on it...