Pipes in the Hippy Hot Hut

No my eyes aren’t red this mornin’.  But when the theme for the Header Challenge was picked as Pipes for this week I knew exactly what pipes I would be takin’ a picture of.   

“But wait”, you say.  “Your header is of a rooster crowing?” 

Yes, he does have a heck of a set of pipes doesn’t he?   Ya, when I went down early this morning (cuz I thought yesterday was Monday)

I began to realize how hard it was for me to take a shot of the pipes that are talked about in this post and have them fit in a header and not make you slightly dizzy.  But Imac has to vote so this post is going to go up jiffy quick.  Go see what all the fellas have up for Dave’s pick of Pipes: Dave, Fishing_Guy,  Mac, and Gail’s Man.

I’m just going to go with the post I wrote up last night before I went to bed, thinking that I could quickly run down to the HHH this morning snap my shot and get the post up before Mac had to retire.    I could talk about poultry, but that is supposed to be Miss EBet’s thing, maybe this header will give me cause to make her make a poultry post here!  We’ll see.

Pipes are for Hanging

….For the most part they are empty (the pipes in the Hippy Hot Hut), save for my Hippy Shade Cloth, Terry’s lotus vines and one red geranium pot that I just couldn’t bear to whack back because of its lovely blooms.

In a few weeks the pipes will be full again as I bring my sorry little fuchsias out of their storage area.  In a few weeks I can say that this whole Hippy Hot Hut will be packed to the rafters and that will be no exaggeration. 

The table area is already  stuffed to the gills with perennials and cold tolerant veggies.  

Both sides of the isle and tubs on the floor in front of the water tanks, this is one tub of beets, there are three more tubs with more beets and carrots too.  

With the addition of the stuff that Terry gave me last fall, Dirt will need to put in more hanging pipes, there is a bit more room and I’m just sure his sturdy construction can handle the weight.    

Funny, I haven’t even had the Hippy Hot Hut for a full year yet and I already wish I had another one.    I will have more room in here once the Market Shed gets built.  Unfortunately, Dirt is back to the idea of getting a permit instead of building one that doesn’t need permitting (this will take much longer).  He doesn’t think I’ll be happy with just two-hundred square feet.  Perhaps he is right.  After all, just last week I was asking if we could remake the Farm House to look like the one on Monarch of the Glen. 

Timing

It almost doesn’t seem worth it to put the fuchsias and geraniums in storage for what, three months, three and a half tops.   But maybe we both are better off for the break from one another.   I’ll be thrilled to see the little green shoots grow big and strong.   And if I’m getting out the fuchsias and geraniums I might as well get out the brugs too.  Which means I’ll be needing to make a run down McConkeys for a few replacement and expansion pots along with peat pots for my other needs.  Then I’ll need to swing by Costco and pick up the potting soil that I use for ornamental things. 

Which reminds me, I need to order my trailing lobelia to put directly in with the fuchsias, and peas need to be ordered because they’ll be going in in less than a month.  I already have a lot of seeds for this year, held over from extra last year, but I still need some things, luckily I have it written down, somewhere. 

Change Over

And if all the plants coming out means that we might as well mover the incubator in there, fire it up and fill the Shed with chicks, poults and ducklings and whatever it is that they call baby quail, which I cannot think of at the moment.  (ahh, see, I’ve talked about poultry!)

The duck we had was certainly tasty I might add.  And that means that I need to get that leg band order in so that we have a little better system this year. 

(I could have even used this as the header challenge, it is a pipe of sorts, sorta.  Dirt keeps reminding me that the part that is stuck in the soil is a gas filled tube.  A tube is a pipe isn’t it?  Anyway this is the sensor for the thermostat that controls the heat mats that give the seedlings some bottom heat.  They love it.  These happen to be lavender seedlings and supposedly are going to bloom this year.  It is the first time I’ve done lavender by seed, but I want a huge hedge of it somewhere (haven’t decided exactly where yet) and I can’t afford someone else’s starts.  I’m pretty stinkin’ excited about all the different perennials that are coming up for me.  But then I’m easily excited I guess.) (Hmmm, this was supposed to be a short caption.)

This sounds a whole lot like spring is already here and I somehow missed my winter break.  Have I mentioned Clever Reader, or do you remember me saying, I don’t care much for spring, at least not like other folks seem to?  If it wasn’t for the daffodils and tulips and the asparagus, I think I’d down right hate it. 

Spring and mud and lots of it, water and lots of it, making mud, muck and slime and grey skies with a teaser of a beautiful day or two thrown in.  Hateful stuff in my book, that is weather  and conditions better left to winter not during the season when I am so busy, the pressure is on and can already see that I will be another dismal failure.  But then there are the baby chicks that will soon be coming out of Bet’s incubator, they sure are cute and so are those spring lambs, and this year baby goats running ’round the driveway, ears a floppin’. 

But I could really go for some good stiff winter weather before it all really begins to rock and roll and incriminate in another six weeks, the kind of weather that makes you sit down with a good book, or at least a pen and an order form.