Just the weekly boring plant update, I love them though because it means I get to take pretty pictures and its my blog so neener-neener-neener.

Ahem.

Right, as previously stated in the post about Vulcan, me and Steve went for a drive with the 100% full intention of finding some sticks or other acceptable material for me to create a lattice of some sort for my little pea friends to climb.  My green babies are growing up before my eyes *sniff*. They were starting to lean all over the place with their nifty little green tendrils reaching out towards random objects, or each other, or the other flowers and just generally creating some weird pea plant knot in places. So instead of finding my own twigs or sticks or buying them I went to my Dad’s house and said “Dad, do you have any sticks?,” and because he’s wonderful he provided me with 4 sturdy perfect sticks to use.  So now they have a little house where they can grow big and strong, and then provide me with things to help me grow big and strong, it’s a lovely relationship.

Look at the little tendrils! Squee!

My tomato plants are of course doing wonderful. The big beast has 2 itty bitty little tomato’s, yay! And my miniature tomato plant is still acting like it has something to prove; I shit you not I counted 30+ tomato’s on it the other night. Until this morning when I went on my deck, and because shes top heavy, had tipped over losing a couple of her fruit. I’m connected to this plant, I feel for her, I was like a mother running to her fallen child when I saw her tragic situation, laying there helpless on her side, tomato’s rolling around on the deck. Poor thing.

Look at all those freaking tomato’s! Good lord.

And here’s a size comparision when I say my wonder-tomato-plant is little :

That’s big Bertha to the left – I was in the rocket club in elementry school and built a toy rocket called big bertha, true story – that’s wonder-plant in the middle, and to the right is my strawberry plant and some sort of roses.

Speaking of my strawberry plant…. Look!

And lastly, Steve’s flowers continue to kick my flowers ass’. So I cheated and took the putunia’s out of the planter with the strawberries and put them in my planter. Shhh, don’t tell anyone.

The above one is my planter, which is apparently taking an extended vacation on the fail boat.

And this is Steves. Jerk-face. His daisies have about 20 buds on them, mine? Not so much.

Later!

Chels