You know you are a gardener when:

Wow! Not a single plant damaged! That is true love. :)

That would be Swanson's in Seattle, Pony.. I found a nice Enkianthus, and some 1/2 price cannas, and a couple of other things. Plus they had a really cute a and furry pony named Moe, and a sweet camel named Curly, and two big Reindeer. All well cared for, and really sweet, even the camel. (Or maybe it was a Dromedary? ONly 1 hump, you know.)

Joey just added this one( He really does listen to me) You know you're a gardener when you are planning where to put GH #3, when GH#2 isn't completed yet.

Rarejem, you are truly a "Loved Gardener". Actually, I do believe we all are.

Summerkid, Where are you? Enjoy your weekend with your sweetie.

Scouts honor, not even a stretch of fabrication! DH knows how much my garden means to me, and it was HIS idea to switch suppliers, which meant switching tanks, so he took every extra precaution...built a temporary "walk" over the garden, made a sling for the trackhoe, and threatened the man who was delivering the new tank with bodily harm if he stepped off of the platform. Spinning a tale would involve saying that he did it all with a smile on his face rather than cursing "having to work around gardens everywhere...sheesh!".

You are right Lynn, we are all loved, and it is nice to have people who support us even if they don't totally understand us!

You know when you are a gardener is when you let "Earl" from
Earlington Nursery (Minters) jump on you and smile,
even if you hate cats, because Earl is their very own GARDEN cat.
(When you go down to pet the 'little' kitty it thinks you are
giving it a ride -- the warning was.......... ah little too late)
Good people, nice plants, ok, pudy was OK too.
'Be nice Earl" the nice lady said when I told her
what I thought of kitties and still had it up there.
Cats do nothing, just eat, sleep all day, kill birdies, scared of
rats, barf fur balls and are in constant heat.
Didn't help matters when your neighbor was a cat hoarder.
Its tail was twitching.........'Just be nice Earl' I said sheepishly.

Eweed, I would like 4 tillers that work, I think, especially if at least one of them were small enough for me to handle. That is certainly better than one very old tiller that sort of works and another, almost identical tiller that does not work, but is kept for parts to keep the sometimes functional tiller functioning some of the time.

Cute picture and story of Earl. Cats are also neat people when you get to know them.

Dang cat was big.
Ma had a couple of bigger ones long ago.
Big male, six toes, butted his head on the screen door when it wanted in,
Grab its front paw and pull it up passed your waist and its back
feet firmly on the ground......chased dogs,
dug its claws in your thigh for attention. . sounded like
a loud near-broke fan when it was purring. Named Cricket--
One day Cricket brings something in its mouth-- a baby kitty--
same orange tabby thing he was, gives it to Ma, leaves and never
comes back. That guy grew up being the same. His name was Snake.
Last cat I liked, except for Otis. But that's another story.

Good story. Sounds like a really neat cat.

Eweed, I don't even have 1 tiller . . . have to put that on my list.

You know you are a loved gardener when your DH goes with you to the Lumber Yard 2 times in one day to get the right colors of pavers to finish a path.

Earl did not look like he was intending to be nice!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know you are a gardener when…you are leaving for a 4 day weekend and the instruction list you leave for the plant sitter is longer than the one you leave for the pet sitter.

You want a piece of him? His name is Dustbunny, but he doesn't let that hold him back. He quards my garden. He is tough, strong and cuddly as hell. Got a purr like a box fan and a tude as big as alaska. He loves his tummy rubed.

Hi Dustbunny!

Very handsome addition to our menagerie.

Cute kitty.

You can just see big cat-character shining in those eyes.

What a cutiepie!

Um, I mean, in a rough-n-tough manly-cat kind of way. (in case he was reading)

You are wondering if gardening podcasts exist?

Okay, I'll bite, Rob. Why, YES! I am completely wondering if gardening podcasts exist! Do tell!


OOH, that Kitty is a wild one. I can tell by his eyes. He is serious Cat energy.

I found one called the Gestalt Gardener. But have not dug through all the lists. Get it from NPR his other link is dead.

Gardening Podcasts, at your discretion: http://www.podbean.com/podcasts?s=hit&c=gardening&t=month&p=1

And if you like the KUOW gardening show post Carl Elliot it is podcast, I also believe the Carl Elliot Podcasts are availble, too.

Cool! I always miss the KUOW show because I'm almost always working at that time. Now if Dan Hinkley did a show, I'd arrange my schedule to listen!

Mstish-- betcha I could give Dustbunny a dish of
a famous brand tuna and a kitty ju-ju filled present
(capnip and honeysuckle) and I could sneak in
and weed your garden and leave unscathed and
without a scratch! Looks like a pushover.

Watch out, Dirt. Looks a lot like Earl.

If Earl could of only understood what I had told
the nice lady at the counter,
I would have no ears.
And who doesn't like their tummy getting rubbed.

The dustbunny is very much a "cat" and proud of it. He thinks of himself as a tough guy but he's really just a big pussycat. He loves to garden and will spend hours hanging with me as I work. One of his favorite tricks is to hop up into the wheel barrol when I am trying to use it. He looks at me like "it's my wheel barrol and I am not moving".
I grew up with 4 brothers, did a stint in the USAF, buried 2 husbands and can hold my own in just about any situation but this little bundle of attitude has me wrapped around his paw.
After a hard days work in the garden..

:-D

Cats are good at that. A salute to you for your survival.

Well will you look at that picture--
all stretched and
tuckered out.
and his paws aint even dirty.
Exactly what I said.
Some one should give him an Academy Award.

He could easily get under my skin, for sure. What a love!

OK, I am allergic to cats and cat threads, no joke. Its either take antihistamines, or unwatch the thread.

On the gardener thread, only a gardener would rip out a bed of Red Hot Pokers to put an unknown, but obviously different one in to see if its nicer.

I saw 8 cats yesterday at work and all but one were friendly. The one who wasn't used verbal 4 letter words words. Hiss, Caas, Pttp, and worst was CHHS! Cats practice the foul language of the gutters of the world. LOL

I feel your pain, Rob. I'm allergic to them, too, except for Admiral. Guess he doesn't have the protein in his saliva. Good thing because I actually let that cat get on the bed with me! First animal EVER who was allowed on the bed. I adore him.

Also, completely agree about the Red Hot Pokers. To take out an entire bed to put in another cultivar of the same plant, well, let's just say I don't think you are crazy. I have some of the ones you took out. So what kind are they?

I have no idea of the cv of the ones I got, just heavier leaved and stalked than the ones I had that were multiplying like bunnies. On bunnies, anybody want some Dark Eyed Susans? You can have all you want, I am sure I will have plenty left.

Rob

Sofer - that's marvellous!

Looking forward to a joyous Christmas. Got all of my shopping done. Now just to make the people who I meet a little happier this time of year. Something I have always done that is weird here in Seattle is to make eye contact and smile and say Hi to people I pass on the street. I think that helps. Or just thank those who are in the public service to know they are special.

Soferdig. I did the exact same thing last year with my two oldest granddaughters. At that time they were 17 and 15. We were a very large mall and I bet them I could get people to smile. No way grandma. Please do not do anything stupid to embarrass us. I did nothing but nod my head and smile. One hundred percent responded with the same. The girls could not believe it and tried it. I worked for them also. Most people want you to look them in the eye and smile. Have a great day.

Like Pony's friend, Ivy, who passed away earlier this year. She scattered seeds to make the world more colorful. You are scattering happiness and hope. Who knows how far it will reach from you through other people. Big waves come from lots of small ripples . . .

Well said, Katie. :)

One of my favorite movies was "Pay it forward". It made me cry at the end.