So, you see why I have to specify that I grow and root mints and scented geraniums to make a few extra dollars some days. I gave up on using the generic term "herbs." I got really tired of smirks and slanted remarks about my planting. I love the scented plants. I am allergic to most perfume and such but give me lavender, mint, lemon verbena and so on and I can live in paradise. Cutting and selling offshoots gives some extra cash but I do not refer to it as selling herbs anymore! LOL
Lloyd had seen my habit of stockpiling for emergencies as something of a novelty our first couple of years together. He would listen to me expound upon why and comment that he thought it was good sense but continued to believe himself that things would always remain as they have always been for him. For the last 6 months he has believed me more and more. This is a blessing to me as he had me worried sometimes. I can only do so much without him on board. He is getting there now. With that said, I can see that the practicality of a large attached greenhouse will happen when we can manage it.
I like our local cop. He is a good guy and has helped me a number of times in the past. But, I too, think he stopped by to check my greenhouse. I noticed that when I was gone during Christmas that someone had been in my greenhouse but nothing was missing or moved, only the door was shut differently when I came home. LOL - bless him, he's been good to me and I think he has a really good heart.
Laughing at how hard the Police to catch granny growing the wrong herbs.
When Bill built the second one, as it is between 2 mobiles, he did not finish the sides of it, just the top and ends.
He came home one night to find the Sheriff parked in the street, with binoculars trying to determine if we had pot growing through the sides and over the roof.
That was the year the cherry tomatoes went totally wild.
Bill asked him if he could help him and was told “No, I am watching the next street over”.
A few days later, at a local community meeting, all of a sudden a “new deputy and his wife”, choose us to talk to and just worked until they were invited to see the greenhouses.
The newspaper and done an article on them, so they were no secrets involved.
The deputy insisted his wife just loved plants.
They came for coffee and Bill and I controlled our laughter, as they did not know one thing about plants, only about pot.
Pot is something that did not interest Bill or I.
We never saw them again.
Good, that is what they are hired todo, find it and get rid of it suits me fine.
I am glad your husband is helping you to be prepared, all things are more fun, when done as a pair.
When we bombed Gadafhi, we got prepared to keep the goats in one greenhouse, thought we might not want them seen from the streets.
Not many folks are aware that Tucson and Phoenix, are under the fallout patterns of a nuclear bomb in San Diego or that Kingman was the evacuation destination for them during the cold war.
Then we were looking at 30,000 or so people and we can be reached on one tank of gas, 175 to 250 miles.
Today, there are several million people there.
The future is apt to be rather grim and no one here is prepared, very few have edible animals and only a couple months have green grasses growing the rest of the time it is bare ground.