In summer, a lot of people love to comment about the humidity, rather than the heat that makes live unbearable here. Well this morning, there's no frost. It's just plain cold. It's 25 degrees (yeah, I know Larry, I know). The humidity stands at 46 percent. It's a dry cold.
It was a beautiful sunrise though.
Last night, I put the brugmansia seeds I received in the mail yesterday in water. They were created from two pink brug crosses, one with lots of bloom flushes, another with great long tendrils on each flower. This morning, I'll peel the cork and sow them. I set up a sweat box under the light rack. It's just a strand of 50 Christmas lights inside a Sterlite container. It's a quick and dirty bottom heat contraption. I'd never seen brugmansia seed. They're ugly.
It's 27 degrees, up from a low of 24. The high today should reach the mid 40s. I've got more wood that needs to be split and a few pieces of trim to finish in the kitchen.
12:27pm - the brug seeds have been sown. I'm heading to the Post Office for more stamps, gonna grab a bite to eat somewhere, and come home to split more wood. Tomorrow, I caulk the kitchen. I've decided for now to ignore the little room off to the side. I'm out of wood for the trim I need to redo and I don't feel like going to the store on my day off. It's 34 degrees and overcast.
5:04pm - Used the log splitter for almost an hour. Today, it ran out of gas before I did. The jug in the basement was empty. I knew this. I should have refilled it this afternoon when I went out. I'll take it with me tomorrow.
It was cloudy almost all day. I considered installing the plastic on the hoophouse, but it'll be another few days before I start sowing seeds. Carla is bringing my bandsaw back on Sunday morning. I'll use it to create containers again just like last year. They only hold up for about a year in the cold. I'm still working on the seed swap. I hope I have time to at least paint the kitchen ceiling. If not, there'll be plenty of time for that this winter on cold rainy days.
Just as I finished hauling in the wood I split, the clouds parted. It's a beautiful sunset, just too cool outside to enjoy it. It's 37 degrees. It's 72 in the basement.