POOPS was awesome! I so enjoyed seeing old friends and meeting new ones.
I got home, unloaded and situated the keets I got from jcatblum/Christina and her fantastic daughter Taron by dark. My folks will be so happy with the different colors of guineas - thank you! And one extra "thanks!" to Taron for checking on them in my truck during the event to make sure they weren't too hot or cold. They all ate and drank and ran around in the little hutch, and Jack ran a lamp to them with a red heat bulb on a timer. I'm about to go out and check on them when I finish this post.
Bill - I sat down with Jack after dark tonight and showed him what you showed me about the cane and how to plant it. After I'd done the show and tell thing he had to pace off and measure and tried to mathematically figure out how many plants we might get per every 10 feet, etc. etc. I could have probably had the stuff in the ground by the time he diagrammed it out, so if we do it his way it will look nice. (Stuff we plant 'my way' ends up looking like it fell off a truck and took root in that spot by accident. My grandmother would always say "That's okay honey, it won't be noticed galloping by on a black horse at midnight." She also held up a clothes iron to me one time when I was a fully grown woman and said "Honey, do you know what this is?" But I digress...)
Kass!! I won the iris bulbs - seriously, I put almost all my tickets in the Iris bag and am so glad I won them! I have one little tiny patch of about four lavender iris, so I know that iris will grow in that area - I'm looking forward to having a forest of beautiful colors next spring. Thank you so much for taking the time to dig them up and sending them. I already forgot who you sent them with - I am thankful to that person as well.
I feel like I left several conversations unfinished today, and there are so many of you that I didn't get to visit with, so we must get together again soon! I will post pictures tomorrow - when I get a chance between planting the cane and iris and sitting and watching the keets flit about.