Not All That It Could Be

The Idaho Falls Farmer's Market started last Saturday and the weather was so bad that the first day is not even worth dedicating an entire post to. To prepare for this horrifically cold and miserable day we spent nine sleepless nights in a row planting in the greenhouse, peeing outside and eating dirt. All to save time. Okay, so that is not true, but we did work really hard to get everything planted so that we could A) go guilt-free to Vegas and B) have all of our flowers looking mature and standing at full attention well before the first day. We accomplished both A and B.

I am now going to relay the story of the horrible day but, to help us all out and put us in the right frame of mind I will be intermingling the dreadful story with pictures of pretty things that are growing.

The day that we had so rigorously prepared for was not, to the disappointment of the Army. "All that it could be". In fact, it wasn't really anything that it could be. The weather was negative one million degrees with a record breaking one thousand mile an hour wind.

This is where breaking through one million year old tree branches came in handy because I was strong enough to withstand the conditions. Well, only for about two hours. I tried to get out of it an hour and a half into my post by calling my mom and telling her that the flowers just weren't making it.

Instead of telling me how proud she was of me for enduring said horrible conditions for what really did seem like an eternity and offering to bring me some hot chocolate, she told me to take the ones that did not look good down and put them in the corner.

I was like "nobody puts Baby in a corner, nobody". No wait, I wasn't like that at all.

I did as I was told and continued to stand in the almost unbearable conditions. I finally convinced her a half hour later , after we had made no sales and probably pissed people off with our " buy blooming flowers in the freezing cold" mentality.

The weather for this coming Saturday looks promising. Cross your fingers and come buy a strawberry ball. If you are lucky Suni will save you some ripe strawberries.

Crowded

For the last couple of years I have been beginning to get serious about gardening. I have had a front yard and a vegetable garden for almost two summers, and think I am finally 'serious' about gardening. Serious enough that I am committed to blogging about it. In addition to being serious about my yard, I am also serious about my mom. Serious enough that I have decided to start blogging about our adventures in her greenhouse and at the farmers market. Because I am not sure whether I have a green thumb or a black thumb, I have decided to call this blog 'gray thumb gardening', as it could go either way.

I guess if I am going to be serious about gardening I should probably be serious about blogging. To show you how serious I am, I created my own 'super cool' banner, which, as soon as I figure out how to make one that is 'mega-super cool', will be replaced with said mega-super cool banner.

To begin my adventure into both serious blogging and serious gardening world, I took a series of pictures of my mom's greenhouse to show you how committed I must be to this whole thing. Although we have had no consistency of warm weather, we have been planting like crazy. We have become so crazy in fact that we have outgrown our greenhouse and have had to move our own plants to a greenhouse in town so that we can make room for our farmer's market plants which we will pick up on Wednesday.

At this point you may be asking yourself 'what is up with the Farmer's Market plants'?. If my blog were a novel, you, as a reader, would be in the 'rising action' phase. It is at this point in both my blog and in literature that you must continue reading in order to answer your question. To appease your suspense, if only briefly, I have included some pictures of the greenhouse.

As you can see, there is not room for much more. Stay tuned for a blog about my dreary front yard, my vegetable garden and more about the farmer's market.