(I wrote this yesterday, and I thought I posted it, but… apparently not? I don’t know how or why it is in my drafts instead.)
Experiments at horticulture school. (No, we didn’t build these, we just looked at them.)
Built out of steel grids, fleece, chainlink fence and zip ties… (and with drip irrigation inside).
It’s a pity I probably won’t come back to that school for a long time and won’t see how well this works.
Some more pictures from the visit to our teacher’s nursery.
Kaffir lime (Citrus hystrix)
To quote our teacher: “It looks like cellulite.”
It has strange leaves, too. Or rather, the leaf stalks are so broad they look like leaves too.
Fingered citron (Citrus medica var. sacrodactylis)
Looking from my brother’s window over in Big Town.
Today was sunny and pretty warm, perfect for a walk.
Yarrow (Achillea millefolium) and hedge bindweed (Calystegia sepium). I liked the autumn colour of the bindweed leaves.
One of my favourite things about my workplace is that we all share a similar sense of humour, and doing silly things at work is perfectly fine.
Today, it started with me picking up a loofah and saying, “It looks like it could be a person.”
And grabbing some sticks and a dried flower and the glue gun and…
And when the boss’ wife came in, we proudly presented it to her as a gift.
And then some time later, talking with the intern:
“Maybe it should have hair.”
“Maybe it should also have armpit hair.”
“But if we can see the armpit hair, does that mean it’s not wearing clothes? Now we really have to make up our mind if it’s a man or a woman.”
Other people worry about things being not safe for work, we make naked women at work…
I went outside for a while, when I came back, the intern was sharpening a spear and glueing it to her hand.
“Okay, what is she? Some kind of naked stone-age huntress?”
“She needs something to hunt.”
So yeah… this is how we created “Wilde Hilde” and Bert the long-legged tiger-pig… They now live on our lunch table.
And since I’m already going through the pictures on my phone – when we plant flower bulbs, we always fill a couple of pots, then turn off the potting machine, plant the bulbs and put the pots away before we turn the machine on (if we were planting plug plants, we’d keep the machine running all the time, but planting bulbs goes more slowly, so this method works better.)
This is a normal amount of pots to prepare:
This is what happens when the intern and I do it… stacking higher and higher every time, trying to beat our own records:
I swear, we’re all adults…
We have a practise room right on the main square over in Big Town, a former horse stable on the ground floor of one of the old houses there.
From the outside, those houses look narrow and deceptively small. But if you walk through the gate, you’ll find long, narrow courtyards. I have a vague memory of someone telling me that when the houses were built, the expensive part was the front by the main square, but the ground behind that was quite cheap, so they built the houses narrow, but long to have both the privilege of a house right on the main square and a decent amount of space. (But don’t quote me on this, I don’t have the slightest idea of who would have told me that.)