I am happy to report that I can continue blogging because I survived our three night stay on Bourbon Street, the grimiest, smelliest tourist destination on Earth. It is awesome.
I fully intended to take some gardening-related pictures for the blog, but, regrettably, that never happened. My hands were always too busy holding my drink(s) to work the camera. It's a shame too. As a city built on a sub-tropical swamp, New Orleans has a lot of interesting plants.
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| Pictured (left to right): Me, Ignatius J. Reilly (founder, Crusade for Moorish Dignity, among other things, and namesake of Gloria in a way), Dr. Travis White, PhD |
I actually saw a tomato plant defying all odds and growing out of a crack between the sidewalk and a building. Of course, that wasn't on Bourbon St. itself. The sidewalks of Bourbon St. have to be sterilized every morning and the daily cycle of nighttime vomit/urine followed by morning bleachings renders all exposed soil unsuitable for most characterized lifeforms.
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| A picture completely unrelated to any of the text. A beetle (not to be confused with a Beatle) on the remains of a geranium petal. |
As far as my garden back in Austin goes, everything is fine. Gloria continues to happily hatch her peafowl eggs. Her new-found sense of purpose and fulfillment it palpable. The tomatoes continue to grow. One day, I may actually beat the squirrels to harvest a ripe one. The cayenne and jalapeno peppers are also coming along nicely. I should be able to harvest some soon. The eggplant looks like it will put out a few blooms soon too. That's exciting because eggplant flowers are pretty (not to mention they have the potential to become eggplants). So, aside from a few caterpillars in the usual places and everything needing a little water, the garden is in good shape, if a little dull.
