Big celebration today (I slugged down all of a 1 liter bottle of diet Pepsi in a single sitting, while perched in front of a box fan tilted at my face!): the tobacco is in the ground; last veggies, Chinese eggplants, are in the ground. Tomato cages are placed. Dead bramble canes are cut and dumped over the fence. Life is good.
Despite the appearance of the pictures I posted way back yesterday, there is at least a glimmer of a tobacco plant in each spot, 16 plants per 60 sq. ft. bed. A few are admittedly pretty iffy, but there will be tobacco. Now that the temps are consistently hot, I'll also find a place for the few, tiny Deer Tongue seedlings that remain in the two germination jars.
Chillard's White Angel Leaf (whatever the hell it is) has 8 transplants out in the ground.
My 24' long bed beside the house, in which I placed 16 Columbian Garcia transplants a couple of weeks ago, actually has 12 survivors, plus two semi-hemi-demi-survivors. One transplant was apparently buried (from foxling digging) for several days, before I discovered its smiling leaves this morning. I guess they were smiling at having finally been rescued from the landslide.
Now, if only the promised rains will come. (I hate lugging out the hose.)
Bob