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.
My thoughts exactly. I'm doing nothing wrong here and the officer (we only have one) here in town is one of those who is truly a public servant. He is riduculed by some and probably not given a thought by most but I have found him very helpful and kind. As I said we are currently in the house that was my Grama's before she died. There were some times I had to call the officer for help in the last 4 or 5 years and I am very thankful for his kindness.
I'm tickled pink to hear about your box of tuna. That's a good little stock pile item not to mention that I love it. I worry about what they say about the mercury in the fish - but I still love it.
Since I grew up in this area I'm all too familiar with our warnings. We are close to Ft. Hood, the largest military post in the country. We did not have those nuke drills like I hear other people had growing up, the teachers in elementary school told us that in the event Russia sent Nukes that Ft. Hood was one of the places that would get hit first. Lovely thought for 6 years olds but I've just heard it all my life. Doesn't mean I don't prepare to survive though. LOL I've been through too much not to think I've got to give it my best shot.
I had a simmilar experience with the Dept. of Agriculture. Years ago, mostly as a hobby, my husband and I planted several acres as a “pick your own bouquet” garden. It was lots of work but lots of fun. We transplanted 15 to 20 thousand seedlings that we had started in our greenhouse every spring. We would transplant 200 to 400 seedlings in the morning, go home for lunch and a nap and repeat the process in the afternoon. We did this for several weeks and then started the weeding and cultivating process. Then we opened the garden to the public for picking. People just loved to come and arrange their own bouquet as there was nothing similar to this in the area.
Anyway, it got so people would make requests for certain plants and we would oblige if possible. Local restaurants loved to send one of the help for fresh herbs. One request was for sweet annie from the artemesia family. It was an aromatic plant which grew 5-6 feet tall and the branches were used as a base for dried wreaths. We planted several rows at the further end of our garden and one day I was surprised to see a car with a Dept of Agriculture insignia parked at the side of the road with a tripod set up and some sort of telescope on it with the sights trained on my sweet annie. I wanted to go out and invite them to a closer examination of my crop but hubby just wanted to keep them guessing so I stayed away.
Unfortunately, old age caught up with us just as we had established a loyal following and I decided it was just too much. When I announced my decision to end the gardens, one restaurant owner was so dismayed that he offered to send his help to assist us with the transplanting. LOL Wonder if he had checked with the help first. Anyway, the greenhouse planting and watering was also a big item so we threw iin the towel and sold the 10 acres.
This period was when we started the hugh compost piles and I learned to just love compost. Hubby would soak a load of compost with water and we would put a shovelful beneath every transplanted seedling and the compost
would stay moist to nourish the seedling through much of the summer. I put out a sign in the fall for people to put their bagged leaves in the field and would get hundreds of bags. This along with manure and loads and loads of seaweed made for nutrient rich compost.
Wneighbor-my compost furnishes me with veggies throughout my flower beds. Squash tomato, cuke and watermelon seeds sprout in my flower beds every year. I just leave them where they spring up unless they are in my way and I think they are very attractive in my flowers. Many flower seeds come from my compost as I compost the old plants full of sseeds every fall. Haven’t started a cosmos plant in years and they are still coming up everywhere. Likewise gloriosa daisies.
Water in that area could be cut-off by the enemy very quickly. Everyone there should store water.