More Seed Snatchin' (Part II)

LOLOL all of you :oD
This was the only onlooker the last time I was filling my pockets from the verge next to her field *grin*
I was just hoping she wasn't gonna turn me in to the Mairie (mayor's office) instead of the dairy

Magpye, I love it! Dumpster Divin' Divas! LOL! Hanna, you are a hoot! I can just imagine your hubby trying to fill those little baggies with retreiver poop! Phil! Good to see you here. What a lovely lady you brought with you... she doesn't seem concerned... not at all moooooody.

I don't have a cell phone anymore. My youngest tossed it in the pond a few years ago. I went though withdrawal for a while but found I didn't miss the couple hundred dollar monthly bill- more money to buy pretty plants with!

I did get caught once rooting around in a dumpster behind the strip mall. I accepted the dollar he gave me. Another tip ladies and gentlemen... dress like you belong.

Hi this is lady anne's other half (the one with the bag over his head in the supermart), unfortunately this has been going on for years, sprigs, seeds, etc. back from England with me sitting in the corner of the plane knowing we were going to jail. As one of the other half, god loves us (I hope) or at least we get a very tolerant judge.

Whew, now that I have my computer back....I was reading all these posts to my hunnie and he actually got me out of my chair! Equal, you are my hero. Hanna, I will never return to the Aquarium without laughing all the way through the line, thinking of you!! I am proud to know you guys. We could make a fortune selling Dumpster Divin' Divas tees.

Equil, that's hilarious! Yes, dressing as if you belong is very important! Wouldn't we all have fun in a big ol' school bus (aptly painted, of course), traveling the country snatching seeds, rumaging through dumpsters, visiting botanical gardens, parks and cemetaries. Of course, we should keep the number of a bail bondsman at all times.

He he he! I must admit it took me a while for it to register that he thought I was homeless. I had parked my car way over in another parking lot and had pulled up one of their shopping carts to be able to get any "finds" back to my car easier. Once I figured out why he was offering me the dollar bill all I could do was say "Thank you kind sir". I reached my arm over the top of the rim of the dumpster and he handed me the dollar and walked off.

Speaking of shopping carts, this is special treat from one of my dumpster diving expeditions. The store had closed down and they had all these carts in the back by the dumpsters. The one I got rolls perfectly fine but it is sort of small. I have been sizing up the shopping carts at Franks Nursery and Crafts in anticipation of their final liquidation days and I am thinking their shopping carts will more adequately meet my gardening needs because they are much more spacious. These roll wonderfully over driveways, and gravel, and lawns. No sense buying one of those expensive gardening wagons that you have to bend over to use. Get yourselves one of those handy dandy shopping carts complete with the front basket that you can put your small tools and gardening accessories in. Gosh, I couldn’t help myself!

Oh oh oh, I got an almost brand new box window fan once. Helps to keep air circulating when germinating seeds to avoid damping off! And... the lo to hi settings worked so when I turned it on, my little seedlings didn't get uprooted! And then there was the broken box window fan. I pulled off the top grate. I plan on using it for a recessed herb box to keep squirrels out. I need to find a few more broken box window fans as I need at least 2 more grates to be able to complete my design.

I got a really great ceramic planter out of my neighbor's garbage can while she was standing right there. One itsie bitsie chip in the glaze and she tossed it??? What is wrong with people these days!

Please tell me there is somebody else out there who dumpster dives so I do not feel like a complete and unadulterated idiot?

Equal, I would love to help you out but I am afraid my other half, David, is standing over me with an expression that could kill. Nope. I have to be good here. (pssst, later.....)

Ahem... David needs to come clean and admit that he lusts for my shopping cart! Doesn't every man want a shopping cart in their driveway in front of their garage doors for the world to see? Sheesh, tell him I am a very sharing person and that he shouldn't feel shy at all as he is more than welcome to my cart! I'll just go back for seconds somewhere else. A few months of dumpster diving and I'm already confident it would only be a matter of time before I unearthed another cart.

Of course there will have to be a 'plan' ...

I say we decide on a predetermined locale (after canvassing the place) .. then establish a minimum of two discreet lines of us folks .. (and natchurly place our buckets strategically, to gather any donations) Plus, the gathering crowd will certainly serve our purposes well.
And, while the Clepto Choir serenades the on-lookers ... the Dumpster Divin' Divas are behind the buildings doing their number, while the Cleptobotaniacs are rippin' and strippin' the beds of any/all magnificent goodies ... Of course, our choral leader will serve as our auspicious 'look-out' .. No one would be the wiser!
The bucket may would accumulate enuff for the down to our bondsman .. should the need happen to arise! The get-a-way wheels (the school bus) however .. may oughta remain yeller. May draw less atttention, and plenty more storage space, for the goods. Besides, we can all pile in nar a bit quicker too!!
Hmmm, perhaps we may oughta give strong consideration to recruiting ladyannes other half. From what he's revealed; he is well familiar with the antics .. aaaaand, men do seem to stake claim to being better drivers .. Besides, he probably knows too much already! When we're successful and it all goes off without a hitch - we agree to give him the bucket funds as hush money ... LOL

- Magpye

OH MY GOSH,

"while the Clepto Choir serenades the on-lookers ... the Dumpster Divin' Divas are behind the buildings doing their number, while the Cleptobotaniacs are rippin' and strippin' the beds of any/all magnificent goodies ... Of course, our choral leader will serve as our auspicious 'look-out' .. No one would be the wiser! "

All I can say is the visual on that is just too much! I am having to press my ribs in so I don't hurt I am laughing so hard and I can't even call my husband over to read this thread as he doesn't know I took a dollar from someone while standing inside a dumpster.

You guys are a hoot!

This *must* be the funniest thread on DG. I wouldn't miss my nightly giggle for anything:>)
Natasha

Equilibrium, I just got back from dinner with my Birthday boy, I couldn't wait to get back on DG to see what other antics you guys were up to, now I've got a tummy ache from laughing so much after eating, I think the young one thinks I've lost my marbles, he may be right!!!!! Nothing interesting in that parking lot, darn it anyway, should of looked behing ROSS, I think he's strong enough now to help me up, Oh no, I forgot there's a Florist there, ok, next time, lol. I've got to do something about those senior moments!!!!
At the Botanical Gardens down in Los Angeles, there's this great Orchard way in the back fourty, I always use to bring a BIG bag (purse), Citrus of every kind, eat till we couldn't, and packed the rest, no scervy here, lol. So when do We get together on this Bus trip, I'm game, sure We could get enough T-shirts printed cheap, and we'll let LadyAnn's Dave drive, good idea, always good for their ego, no offense Dave, my husband never gets directions either, lol, and don't worry we'll bail you out after We get enough $$$$ donations standing by the dumpsters in our gardening grubs, great fakeout, lol lol I'm rotflol!!!!!!

.. LOL .. LOL ..

My jaws are killin' me .. and my eyes have watered to such excess, that
I know they will surely be as big as golf balls in the mornin' ...

- Magpye

We should get online and locate all the chain stores that will have the seeds and cuttings we want. We can use a map... or GPS!! Anybody got a school bus with GPS?

I've got a palm GPS? No bus though.

Wonder if We could just borrow a school bus, they would just think we're on a field trip!

........and just think of all those fields!!!
;)

WOW! Missed a couple of days and look at everything I just learned!!! Equilibrum I have to go to HD today!!!! I am going to swing around back and have a look see! Luckily I didn't wear anything with my company logo on it today!! :--)))))

Free plants!!! Mouth watering....

Nicole

Oh noooooooooooooo Nicole!
Don't go during the day when the place is open for business. You have to wait until after 10pm. About 10:30 is good or any time after that. I've noticed the pickins have been slim to none in the past month or so. At least in my area they are. Not much left in HD's Garden Dpt other than orchids, house ferns, and mums outside by the pumpkins that didn't sell. Now if you've got a Franks Nursery and Crafts around you, that's a different story. I was told they were going to try to stay open up until before Christmas and then they'd close for good. I'd watch their dumpsters like an eagle.

Well darn it! This HD is near my work which is an hour from my home... Guess I could try at the one near my house if I can get out of the house! LOL Will have to look into the Franks... You know what I just thought of though??? I know one of the managers of this HD down where I work... Wonder if I could work out some sort of deal..

Hmmmmm

Nope, the reps for Hampshire Farms are Independent Contractors. Believe me, I tried that route already. You could get your manager friend to tell you what day is garbage collection day though (you always want to be sure to get there the night before garbage day) and maybe your friend even knows what day the rep comes on. Our Hampshire Rep comes on the same day every week but I have heard that since they are all 1099's that they don't have to adhere to any schedule which makes it tough on us poor recyclers. Pity but consider it a challenge!

Thanks for the tips!

How do you get one of those Hampshire Farms rep contracts is what I want to know. Just Kidding.
Or not!

I have this image, women in our comfies (jeans and shirts that probably should have been given to Goodwill years ago), all pouring out of a bus behind a Home Depot shopping mall. From time to time as they move about, you can see they are all wearing identical tees under their open warmer shirts. It's after dusk, all the good little shoppers have gone home. David is behind the wheel, leaves the motor running in case a quick getaway is required. Weez stands guard at the bus door, holding a hoe like a rifle. Equil heads straight to the dumpster, climbs a ladder Tazzy sets up, then only her fanny and legs can be seen as she wiggles over the edge, empty pots, cardboard, boxes flying. Tazzy is jumping as high as she can to try and peer in. Magpye is digging in the nearby flower bed with a shovel, digging out volunteers and hands them to Hanna who carefully bags and tags them. Addict is crouched at a bush, bag in hand, gathering seeds, magic marker in mouth, Cherish is nearby stuffing seeds in her pockets. Gemi (humming something that sounds like the Star Spangled Banner) and Dyson are quietly loading up Equil's finds in the back of the bus. Sweezel is singing "Skip to My Lou" and picking seeds off of a neglected plant by the dumpster. Judy and Cee have wandered down to some other Crepe Myrtle with clippers and bags, giggling and whispering something about body parts. Anne's handing out fresh coffee and apples picked form a nearby tree. Weez sees headlights, yells "Lights!" and everyone freezes and lays low until Weez, who has stepped back onto the bus in the shadow, emerges again to announce it's clear. Immediate scuffling about resumes, ever so quietly, quickly. Finally, everyone is satisfied, all giving a short nod, and they all hop back on the bus, which has to stop on the way out of the parking lot. All the windows come down, heads pop out to whistle for Phil. She emerges from a field, smiling, holding a collection of plants and flowers, but takes a minute to wave goodbye to a silent, watching cow. Everyone sits back ont he ride home, content, and happy that once more, they don't have to call Natasha to bail them out!

This is the funniest thread I have read in a long time. I have laughed until I cried. However,
I need to throw a word of caution out there for some of you. I don't want to throw a wet blanket on your fun, but some dumpsters have a compacter on them. My husband said they have been known to go off by themselves. Just be careful and pay attention while you are in the dumpster. We don't need any DG'rs squashed in a dumpster. I don't know if all of them have compacters, probably not. You just need to know if the one you are diving in has one and keep your eyes and ears open in case it goes off. I don't think they are supposed to go off by themselves, but have been known to. Have your quick escape route handy at all times.

Oh boy, when do we leave?. . .already dressed and ready to go. .

L..annne. . .is it foggy up there? That's even better for blend'n into the surroundings. . .just have to dry the seed a little more. . .

This message was edited Nov 8, 2004 7:25 AM

Good One Ladyannne!! Very good imagination!!! Hmmmm Crushed in Dumpster Thread... Not putting that one my thread watcher if I see it..

Actually it's not foggy this morning, just took Jena to to school. Brisk, but not even shivery. Fog warnings for tomorrow am, though. Yucko.

You know, Gemi and Hanna, we COULD meet somewhere and do a bit of DGCCDDDD......I would have to stay up that late. Wonder if I even could!

(Dave's Garden Clepto Choir Dumpster Divin Diva Deeds)

Heh...heh...

Ladyannne, your account had my head spinning with visuals! Loved it! Cherishlife, you are living up to your name... looking out for our lives! I'm picturing us dropping our flashlights and spades as the lid to the dumpster slams shut and Equil is compacted. We'd get together and lift her out, I suppose. We could 'borrow' a shopping cart and haul her back to the bus. Poor girl... just this 3'x3' cube of gardener... eyes open in surprise... potted plant in her hand. We'd be in real trouble when we got back to the bus and had to face David! He'd most likely leave us all standing there as he rushed her to the nearest service station with an air hose to re-inflate her. Note to self: Look for electrical wires to dumpsters.

ROFLOL Carol, you crack me up!!! I really don't think they are THAT fast, but then, I've not seen one in operation.

I don't even know how fast any of us are, but I know I'm a lot slower than I used to be!

Should I edit that story to read "Innocent, hobbled, elderly grandmother types pour out a bus"??? Not too far away for me!

We'll only play the pathetic old grandma card if all else fails, Anne. ;)

Hey speak for yourselves!! LOL

I have an idea though - I can teach my almost 3 yr old to help with the fetchin'! We can lower him into the dumpster by his feet! Be quicker to jerk him up if the thing starts moving!

He can also be used as a sympathy card all by himself!! "Please help my mommy, she's a member of clyptoplantahocholics!"

Yes, we can always play the 'poor little toddler with the crazy mommy' card! I can just imagine, many years later, your son, now grown, wondering why he panics each time someone grabs his ankles! LOL!

Weezingreens! STOP THAT! You are going to get me in trouble laughing out loud at work!!!! ;-)

Made my eyes water!!!

OK! I am leaving for HD now. If I get busted perusing I will try to trade my one phone call for some Internet access! Maybe one of you can call my DH for me! I certainly wouldn't want to explain...

You think they would accept seeds in lieu of bail $$??

Weez, ever read "Harriet the Spy?" Love that book. Note to self. Yes, indeedy!! Wondering if I should copy this thread to David or just keep it a surprise for when Hanna and Gemi show up, ten o'clock at night. Not sure this town is sophisticated enough to have auto crushers, but the image of Equil compacted got me rolling. If I had a scanner, I'd draw it and post it!!

My VERY first remembrance of anything along these lines. I must have been six, seven? We are in the car, headed for the bank. Mom goes in, we wait like good little kids, probably trying to kill each other, Mom comes out, goes to the trunk, pulls out clippers (what in the world is that doing back there?) and heads to the bank flower bed, basically empty, right next to the building, that twelve inch open dirt area next to the sidewalk up to the door? This is broad daylight, people are coming and going. She's cutting up this PLANT!! We wanted to die. It was mustard, the exact kind of vegie Mum grew up on. We went back home, she cooked that right up. We took a taste and almost spit it out. She ate the whole thing, grinning and smiling all the while. Guess I come by all this honestly, after all?