greenstorm | Powertools in the Morning

I've discovered that my powertool fetish only goes so far as using them myself or watching some maddeningly attractive person use them. When it's the neighbor working on his boat when I'm trying to sleep they're suddenly less attractive.

I've had a good ten hours of sleep, though, enough to leave me uncoordinated and not quite groggy but slow-minded. I have things to do today, in all probability a lot of things, so it's not bad to get rolling.

Stuff's clicked with the SO again and we're getting along well. That's always nice. I think the fact that I used a little self-restraint entered into it, I think the fact that we talked about nothing in particular did too. It's definitely important for me to feel some connection before sex and talking's the best way to get to that if it's been broken.

This weekend: Van Deusen flower show, possibly Sin City, the SO's running a game that I prolly won't attend, need to install roses in the Other Garden and get the alyssum planted, also throw in some more radishes.

Today: laundry, housework, running with mom, dishes, and...

Oh, yeah. I have a problem.

The recent heat wave's been frying my plants. It's actually literally crisping the leaves, which isn't entirely surprising given that that balcony probably got up around 36 celsius for a couple of days. It isn't a water problem, the soil is still damp some of the way down (I should check further) I think it's simply am ability-to-move-liquid-through-stems problem. In other words the heat on my balcony may not be suitable for some of these roses. I'll do some moving around today and see if that helps, make sure it isn't a water issue, see what I can do... but may need to find a home for them. Cecile Bruenner and... yes, Abe Darby, are the worst right now. I'm worried about them.

It's cooled down for now, let's see how they recover.

Ground cherries are happy being potted out, as are the chives I filched from the enormous clumps at the Other Woman's place. Bamboo's feathering out nicely but man... those roses really worry me. The kiwis are great, still blooming, the violets look a little dry...

I need to stop right here and do a garden run. See you soon.