Thanks for reminding me. It's garbage night, so I now have to go move some of those hundreds of container plants in my driveway, which are waiting patiently for a bare space in the landscape, to get the garbage cans out to the street.
When you collect seed from the centerpiece at your table in the restaurant.
When a road construction site becomes a shopping site for rocks
When most of your kitchen serverware, bakeware and appliances are designated garden tools.
I 'rescued' some Agastache seeds from a planter at a snooty shopping center once. And I used the tissue paper from the fancy underpants store to wrap them up.
How about, when you have to clear all the plants off your dining room table if you have guests over for dinner.
When you have a houseguest and have to move all of the plants and grow lights out of their shower.
When you know someone's a stranger just because he walks up to the front door and expects you to be inside the house during daylight hours. Everyone who knows me just walks into the middle of the garden and yells "Marco" until I answer "Polo."
I was reminded of another funny thing in this context just a few hours ago. Some people came to take me out to dinner and I told them I'd be ready as soon as I washed my knees. Only a gardener would say that.
My hands stay reasonably clean because they're in gardening gloves, but my knees are always dirty when I come inside.
Your husband yells at you because he wants you to clean up INSIDE the house, blast the yard!
Your guest room is so full of plants you have no room for guests.
You don't have a spot left on your floor, counters, anywhere in your house...but you still MUST have that glorious being in front of you (o.k. I did that tonight)
You go to nurseries to relax.
Your outings with your friends involve nursery exploration trips & garden tours.
You've used your credit card to buy plants because you can't stop!!!!!
Your husband threatens to strip you down & hose you off outside in fall because your covered in mud from planting bulbs (and you love being that way).
Your relatives tell you you live in an atrium & your kids friends call your yard the jungle.
There is no where you'd rather be than in your yard.
When I moved recently I had to leave most of my enormous rock collection behind...sniff...years of beach combing, hikes, and weighed down pockets. :)
I did bring my rocks from a trip to Denver to see my sister though! If you carry them on I don't think you have to worry about the weight. Just how big are these rocks? LOL
I'm going to the airport reallllly early LOL. I am going to declare my rocks (which will be boiled) but I think they might be much more persnickity about the seeds I'm bringing with me because they're harvested from my own garden. I'm going with USDA contacts and fact sheets for the seeds. In a nutshell, I'm going with the bamboozle them with my 'conscientious Canadian' approach.
You know you're a gardener when your computer has more pictures of you favorite flowers, rocks, veggies, and gardens than all of your wedding and family photos put together! (I checked, it's true, and I don't have the excuse of being married 20 years ago when there were no digital cameras!)
Calif_Sue Northern California United States (Zone 9a)
If you were REALLY hard core, you'd have a set of assorted clippers in the trunk of your car...for emergencies, of course !
I'm not kidding about the cemetary thing...they just go through one day a week and harvest everything. It then gets dumped in huge piles in the back areas where the staff keeps equipment. If you ask, they'll let you take stuff.
I went out with a fellow gardener to dinner once, and on the way back home she stopped the car on an access road to the freeway, got a shovel out of the trunk of her car, and started digging up some roadside Cannas. I was stunned, especially when she told me she needed my help. I told her I wasn't going to dig up plants that don't belong to me, and she said that wasn't the kind of help she needed. She just wanted me to pretend I was throwing up if any cars drove by, especially police cars. That would be her excuse for parking there.
Calif_Sue Northern California United States (Zone 9a)
But how about places like cemeteries that have the old irises, that there are so many of them that they are crowding each other out, and dying? And no one will ever divide them. Is it OK to take a piece, or to divide them so they will do better? Or a plant that is growing along the roadside on state land, in the middle of nowhere? I have seen lots of the old irises in cemeteries I would like a chunk of, but don't as I'm not sure what's right.
They'll just crowd themselves out if nobody takes a piece of history home. It's not that you're removing all of them. I realize everyone could say that but how many people even go to the cemetery where you saw the irises? Some cemeteries have very few visitors.
Some great roses, once thought to be lost forever, have been found in cemeteries and propagated for all to enjoy once again.
The main cemetery I'm referring to has a lot of traffic in the newer parts, it's the older parts where the irises are that no one goes to.
I wouldn't hesitate about taking a cutting for a rose, but actually digging up an iris rhizome...I don't know. And is it proper to dig near a grave site? I'm not going to dig anything actually growing on top of a grave site, but these have really spilled over into the surrounding grassy areas.
At the west end of Austin NV there is a cemetery on each side of the road and in mid-summer both are filled with gorgeous yellow roses. They must have been planted a long time ago because they are climbing on top of the stones and the little fences around the graves. I've never stopped to see what kinds of other cool old plants are growing in there but I look forward to seeing the roses every summer.
Fell in, Zuzu. I just felt so bad for the three year old girl buried there a century ago. Her name was Fannie and my dog at the time was Fannie Mae so I felt the calling to clean up the grave and I did.
I already did ask them, and they said sure, they would just as soon throw them out anyway. But it's still not the person who planted them. And actually the cemetery is co-operatively owned by the residents relatives, so the people working there really have no say. And it's a huge cemetery, not like our little family plot that only has a few people that own it, and care for it. It's not a cemetery owned by a big business.
Well, if you're just taking a small part & it will carry on an old iris variety, I don't think the families would mind. After all, gardeners share right? I would. Still, unless you feel good about it you won't enjoy them. Can you find the variety online?
I agree. Many old homestead plants do well, they are survivors. Since you already have the o.k. from cemetery workers I would't worry. It would be stealing if you didn't ask or if they had said no. But I think you are "in the clear." :)
I cant imagine the cemetary staff know enough about plants to object.
When I went to check on the plot for my parents ,there was someone else in it.
So record keeping isnt up to snuff either.
This was a suburban cemetary in a small town that has had housing development since 1800. The cemetary was probably way outside of town a couple of hunderd years ago.
I went to the Audobon Shop at a town located about 50 miles from where I lived. I went specifically to buy a pot of true red shrimp plant, which I knew the store carried. The proprietor lady told me she had just sold the last pot, but that I would be very welcome to drive over to her house and dig some out of her yard.
She gave me specific directions and told me that there would be a shovel leaning against the deck. Well, I wanted the plants badly enough to go to her house and dig.
I found the house and saw the plants. Funny, I didn't see a shovel or a deck. Well, what the heck. I always carry a shovel and plastic bags in my trunck, so I got my shovel and plastic bags out and dug up a couple of red shrimp plants.
As I was putting my tools and my loot back in the trunk, her next door neighbor arrived home and unloaded her groceries. She did not seem to have a problem with my digging in her neighbor's yard.
I backed out of the driveway to leave, and as I was turning into the street, I happened to notice a house just across the street that had a beautiful yard with red shrimp plants in various places around it. It also had a deck with a shovel. And , oh yes! The street number that I had been given was hanging on a placard beside the driveway entrance.
I prayed that the police would not catch me as I hurried out of that town!
When I got home, I started not to tell my husband the story, but my conscience made me tell. He laughed until he nearly cried.
He still might have to bail me out one day, because I still carry my shovel and plastic bags. (My little incident happened about 20 years ago.)
The place you took them from is probably still scratching their heads.
Had it been me, and there were a lot of the plant, i would have just been happy for new space to put something in. Had it been a prized, one only plant, I probably would have been mad, but not under the circumstances you describe.
I wouldn't doubt the home owner from where you took the plants mentioned it to the one you were supposed to take the plants from. I can just hear the conversation. 'Someone came today and dug up some of my shrimp plants. I wonder why they didn't go over to your house as you have so many more around' I wouldn't doubt the homeowner found out why the plants were dug.
But anyway it's a hilarious story. If I ever have anything missing from my garden I will think of this.
You know you're a gardener when a complete stranger drops off a truckload of horse manure because, " looks like you could use this!"
You offer to carry off all the chunks of broken concrete from an old demolished sidewalk, load them up in your van and make 4 trips to boot... to use them for a garden wall..
you know your a gardener when you go grocery shopping and have to decide between food and the plant display out front . or you know you are a gardener when you go shopping and spend 30 bucks before you walk through the door.
you know you are a gardener when your house is arranged in accordance with the windows and time of day each window gets enough light .so you can keep all your tropicals and non zone friendly plants alive. and seedlings.
you know you are a gardener when you pack the kids up to go to the park because you dont want them in the yard trampling things. lol . its nerve-wracking . like a bull in a china closet.
you know you are a gardener when you offer to do all the errands because you can secretly hit the nursery up on the way .
you know you are a gardener when there is always bark chips and soil on the floor board of the car. and you dont bother to vacuum it because well it will be there again tomorrow
you know you are a gardener when you head to the plant section of every store no matter what you are there for and you usually get something from that section. you never go to a store that dosnt have a plant section.
But what really is bad is the look on his face when he tells me that his grass died AGAIN ---and he just can't figure out what the heck he is doing wrong. "It must be fungus.. it is going brown in PATCHES!
I tell him not to worry...I will find SOMETHING to go there ...
Ok, I am so guilty of the following that people have mentioned:
Quoting:When most of your kitchen serverware, bakeware and appliances are designated garden tools.
for me it is knives, and strainers, and various cups and tupperware.
Quoting:...when you ask your friends how their plants/gardens are doing before asking about their family.
Oh, this is so shameful, but I am so guilty. I did this just the other day with a friend I ran into, but she did the same thing, lol...
Quoting:Your perfect threadbare gardening shirt is an eyesore to all nongardening people.
OMGosh...I thought I was the only one!
I have a set of old white fruit of the loom men's v-neck shirts that are my gardening uniform. They double as my hand towel/apron. They were bought for this purpose, so they aren't meant to stay nice~~ I can guiltlessly just wipe my dirty hands all over them, and don't care if I get it dirty or stained. I've tried buying new ones, but they aren't soft and "threadbare", like my old ones, so keep wearing the old tattered ones.
Quoting:when your house is arranged in accordance with the windows and time of day each window gets enough light
Oh, my...the kitchen window is sinningias and african violets, the bathroom window with its privacy glass and shower steam perfect for orchids, etc...lol...
Quoting:you know you are a gardener when you offer to do all the errands because you can secretly hit the nursery up on the way .
Guilty, again. Have any of you been guilty of hiding plant purchases this way, because they are hidden on the grocery or walmart bill?...or emptied the groceries out of the car, but not removed the plants from the trunk, until hubby is not around to ask "how much was all THAT?", lol...
What a way to start my Monday morning!!! Thanks for the good laugh. I could relate to so many. I really had to laugh about the grasskiller on husband's lawn to make more room for plants. Too funny. Your secret is definately safe with us!
Guilty of hiding plants in the car, or sneaking them around the corner of the house (during warm weather, of course) until hubby is otherwise occupied. I know I'll get "the look" if I proudly walk in with a new orchid or cactus for the collection, so I just avoid it. By the time he notices, I can truthfully say that I've had it for some time! It helps to shuffle the plants around occasionally so he doesn't get used to seeing things in the same spot. Then when I have adopted something new, it isn't as obvious.
Great additions! Sadly (?) I am reading them and going...ohhhh yaaaaa... I've done that. Especially spending $30 before you walk into the store, always checking the plant section, shooing the kids "Not the plants!!!!", the "spouse" look (& sneaking them in), and while I didn't secretly destroy the lawn I was always getting yelled at for pulling out more. Your poor confused man! LOL! I hope you only do it when he's not at home I'm not sure how he'll react if you get caught :)
I do (did) it when he is asleep...risked my life... fear snakes coming out at midnight! Yes, he was confused.. he didn't understand why grass just kept dying in that spot. (Must be the drainage or somethng!!) It just yellowed and keeled over!
This thread is a real hoot! I'm loving it all, and yes I must confess I am guilty of a few of the same tactics!
I know I'm a gardener because my day goes like this:
Slather on Sunscreen
Get dressed in gardening clothes (old shorts, worn out t-shirt, ratty sneakers, baseball cap)
Out to work in the garden
Blow sidewalks and driveway
Move to the deck/porch to groom plants, take cuttings
Sweep up leaves and debris on deck/porch
Put all gardening tools in the shed
Drag garden hose around and water everything thoroughly
Reel garden hose back on reel
Go inside for second shower of the day, wash and blow dry hair, put on clean clothes
Out to the deck to sit and relax and gaze at the view
Notice a few more plants that desperately need re-potting
Retrieve little garden trowel from shed
Find bag of potting soil and clean pots
Commence to play in the dirt, for a brief period of time (yeah, right!)
Get garden hose and water the newly planted cuttings
Get broom and dust pan to clean up another mess I've made
Take third shower of the day
Hubby arrives home and I say "Gee, what time is it?" He answers, "It's almost 5:00"
Into the kitchen to decide what we are going to have for dinner ... end up having hubby go get take out, because I'm just too tired to even think about cooking and having a mess to clean up in the kitchen!
Rosie: You've given me an idea about how to have less lawn to mow! I think my DH has a supply of Roundup in the shed, I wonder if I could get away with that trick? For years I have wanted to get rid of all the lawn and have an entirely natural setting but just haven't been able to convince my husband of it! He loves a nice green lawn and is the type of guy who doesn't like change.
Bluebunn,I've got soem free cement if you want it! We have a humongous, wide cement driveway that goes all the way around to the back side of the house, and a narrow sidewalk in front of the house. I would dearly love to get rid of all that cement too! Got a truck and a jackhammer? I can give you directions to my house and let you know when we are going on vacation!
Well, I think I will go find some dirt to play in! Have a great weekend everyone!
Alas, it would be a waste of time using roundup. We've had large and small areas of the lawn that have had insects, fungus or disease kill grass over the years and he just goes out and buys pallets of sod and re-sods. I told him a couple of years ago I refuse to ever lay sod again, LOL. I've also told him I don't want to be doing so much mowing for too many more years, I'm getting old and mowing's getting old!
I would really love to have a natural, native landscape ... less work and much less chemicals needed, healthier and happier for me as well as the birds and other critters!
OK picture this ----- (keep in mind that I really really don't like anything about grass..not the cost...the work...the appearance...the 'sharing my man's admiration aspect, and the environmental issues.)
After a few weekends of breaking my tush dawn to dusk, helping him lay his trailer-load of sod just 'so' (this being the zillionth attempt to grow grass where it DOES NOT WANT TO GROW) After being bit, stuck, and (almost)every opening invaded by anything on six legs... after, sweating, dripping, BLEEDING, (I kneeled on the rug/razor cutter that he used INSTEAD of a sod knife) and after starving and dehydrating all day... I dragged this 50+ battered and beaten self into the house (which was trashed because I had been neglecting it for too many days during this sod frenzy) only to glance outside the window long enough to spy my grass-ogling LYING ("I'll be right in to make you tea honey") husband, with my good kitchen broom...proudly and tenderly SWEEPING the grass so that it would all be facing the SAME direction.
I understand totally! I just turned 61 and we've been in this house for 34 years ... can't begin to count the number of times I've helped lay sod! What is is with men and lawns anyway? I think I need to find a few native landscapes and take my husband on a tour so he can see how nice it would be! Maybe in the next couple of years he will come around to my way of thinking but I doubt it. I just know I will never lay sod again ... and I'm getting to the age where I don't want to mow anymore either! I just want to sit back and smell the roses and gaze at the garden, putter around with plants to my hearts content! LOL. My dear mother in law lived to be 97 and she was still gardening and mowing almost an acre at the age of 90! She was an inspiration to me in so many ways but I just can't imagine doing all the hard physical labor at age 70, much less 90! My DH loves his job and doesn't plan on retiring for another 5 or 6 years, if then! We might just have to end up hiring someone to do all the yard work.
What a HOOT! The whole thing but that last one from Rosie was just too much!!!
I used to hide my purchases and do all the things y'all have done but got to thinking "This is stupid. He buys video stuff - movies, games, hardware, etc.etc so why shouldn't I have a vice too?" Two years ago I gave up smoking after 60 years of doing that so I figure I deserve another vice. The newest is hibiscus and the funny thing is he likes them as much as I do. And I won't have to give up gardening and buying stuff cold turkey the way I did the smoking. Come Hail or High Water.
My new theme song: "I don't like no sod, I ain't dealing with no more sod and I ain't laying no sod!" (take that any way you want to!!) (snort) (that'll shake him up!!)
Regarding the vices:
I got one of those hardware, electronic, CD/DVD and tool-loving husbands too. I said to him just yesterday -- "I keep hearing about this NETFLIX -(may not be spelled right) and you rent the movies.. you don't have to BUY them. You don't have to STORE them and if the movies are not as good as you thought .. you can send them back to NetFlix land. Why are we INVESTING in these things...?" Just like that darn...leather thing that he had to buy because the hardware store was going out of business... it holds a power drill... straps around the waist...like a holster .. sort of like playing cowboys type of gear.. what is THAT about?? The drill (also on sale) looks triple the size of that strap on thing anyway. .and I asked 'when have you ever needed anything strapped around your waist to climb a ladder anyway??' What's wrong with between your teeth or tucked into your belt..it's worked for the past 37 years..
(I don't want anything too big or heavy strapped in something too small as he climbs that ladder because he INSISTS that stand at the bottom and HOLD the ladder..."Just put your foot on the bottom rung..hold it still..make sure it doesn't slip..hold it tight...ARE your PAYING ATTENTION??...is your foot pushing down hard enough??" (all this is being yelled down to me while he is cleaning out the gutters and flinging leaves,mold and bugs all over me.) Oh sweet temptation... ..one little 'whoops' and I can really get rid of all that grass and sod and all those useless DVDs...But, I think I'll keep the leather cowboy thing to hold my little garden shovel...
OK - I'll tell you another funny story. It wasn't funny to me --but I posted this long ago here at DG and somebody actually asked me if I would mind if she used it. It sort of exemplifies devotion to the garden and so maybe it fits in this thread. Since you all like a good tale here it is.. revisited.
I shudder and blush just thinking about this - here goes.
One bright summer morning more than a few years ago I had an adventure. Even tho the sun had barely risen, it was already getting hot and steamy. I had just finished showering and had thrown on a summer shift. Rosie was waiting at the door to go out to do her business and so I went out with her. While I was waiting for her to get done -- and before it got really hot---I figured I'd check out was was blooming in the garden. Rosie was snuffling around trying to find the 'perfect' spot for her morning business. All of a sudden Rosie growled and I saw her jump back. To my horror, I saw that she had gotten into a nest of bees in the grass!! As I saw and heard it happening, "TAWANDA" took over! (If you've seen Fried Green Tomatoes you know who Tawanda is.) I loved that dog and would do anything for her ---including braving the wrath of a hundred yellow jackets. Rosie was getting excited. She weighed ~ 60 pounds and I realized that to pull her away... I would have to tug really really hard. Anyway, I have this metal 'yard bird' - made from recycled tools. It's toes are about four feet long (OK OK ... 7 inches but it seemed then that they were four feet long) and are made from the rusted tines of a pitch fork.. the 'bird' has some kind of long pointy metal spokes coming from its head and very sharp 'wings.' Long story short --- it is DANGEROUS ! I grabbed Rosie's collar and jerked her back really hard (to the sound of very agitated bees filling the air) and as I did I threw myself off balance... Not two inches behind me was that darn yard bird --ready to impale me! I started to go down right on top of it... and somehow (I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW BUT YOU DO READ ABOUT THESE CRAZY THINGS HAPPENING DURING TIMES OF STRESS) I flipped over it (like a somersault). I believe that the maneuver involved defying the laws of physics..no kidding --I am no spring chicken and am not 20 pounds either. The worst thing was that --as my legs went over my head my shift followed immediately after ---all I could think about was that I DIDN'T HAVE ON ANY UNDERPANTS! Neighbors cover thine eyes! Yellow Jackets careful where you plant those stingers!
Here is a photo of the bird but her feet and the deadly toes are covered.
(Ok now as I type this -- it is sort of funny all these years later.) I hope you have enjoyed my most embarrassing tale. Now it is your turn!!!
no not one sting. but I did get a cut on the shin from the 'bird' I had to get a tetanus shot and even tho it was more of a scrape than an actual cut --the scar stayed for a few years and I bet if I look it I could still find it.
You know this guy that worked for IBM used to go to the local july 4 festival and sell them ..then I think he got laid off. The sales were brisk..so I don't know why he stopped attending unless he had to move to find a job or maybe the materials were too expensive and he didn't make enough of a profit.
What you doing up so early Ge? Did you ever buy those two art pieces for the garden?
Hi Missing .
I have been waking up around 3 or 4 AM Dont know why.
I make myself try to stay up layer and its working, I am up at 5 now.
Yes I did buy the sculptures and they are in my livingroom as I write.
I will move them to the garden later this month when all danger of freezing is over.
We opened the fountain this weekend.SIL is such a sweetie,he ran the electric underground and does the official electric connection and disconnect at the ends of the summer season.
I'll post pics when the sculptures are out.
This is a great thread.
The first official fountain gurggles agains an April 5 sunrise.
That is heavenly, being outside with a cup of coffee early in the day. I love the peace and quiet and enjoy the birds then more than during the day when I'm busy. In June and July when I can actually sit and watch (with camera in hand) as the Japanese irises and the daylilies open it's my own paradise.
I have a fondness for Aster Purple Dome and bought some last summer when Bluestone had their sale. It was fantastic in August and Sept - -.
I have been peering into the plants to see if they lived thru our winter.
Such joy, there are little purple-green leaves coming up.
I have to move them,they are too short for the back of the row.
I live in a rental property that very fortunately has some gardening space. In the back yard is a small, roundish flower garden edged by stones. Really nice :) My idea? Every month or so, I move the stones outward about 3 or 4 inches. Nobody would notice, and I end up with just a little more space to feed my heuchera addiction.
Last month, my landlady came by and asked my husband "Is it just me, or does that garden seem to be getting bigger??"
you know you're a gardener when you have so many flowers, you can go outside and ask yourself: "what color arrangement shall I put together today?"
you know you're a gardener when during spring and summer you can have fresh flowers from your garden on a continuous basis.
The flowers on this vase came out of my orange bed. I could just as easily put together a yellow flowers container or a red one. Ahhhh, to be so lucky and to be so plant obsessed. PS: cheated a little with the shasta daisies--I just had to have some for this arrangement.
I've had them 2-3 years. Got them from Brecks. I sooooo recommend the Glaminis because while they're short, the flowers are almost the size of regular glads, where some of the dwarfs, such as Atom, are short AND have smaller flowers. Glaminis do not grow more that 2 ft so they don't flop over reg. glads. I also have Glamini Tom, which is a blood red shortie and my absolute favorite.
For visual impact, I think it's good to plant 5-10 of the glaminis together, gives the appearance of a bouquet. I also have the yellow one, which I think it Glamini Eva, another lovely. In the time I've had them I haven't noticed if they've multipled, but I certainly haven't lost any.
I was so looking forward to this holiday weekend, thinking I was going to find me fantastic bargains on large pots. Nyet! No dice. Nada. I did find me this red vase for $7 and just had to have it. Gathered some flowers and put this together. Roses Belinda's Dream and S. de la Malmaison, aloc. cucullata, 2 noid glads.
That is good to hear. Were they in an area where they maybe didn't get enough sun or did they get plenty & flop anyway?
My mom used to have glads & she never staked them. I have yet to buy any but I look every year. Someday...
BTW the city planted Dahlias recently (it's Anchorage so we're just getting started) and I just stood and drooled for a bit.
I used to go to the Swan Island Dahlia farm in Oregon every year & wander through fields and fields of them. Drooooooooooooollllll...
Full sun, flopped from the size of the flowers. Ya right like I'm really whining when they were that gorgeous (snort). You will have kick butt dahlias with all your sunlight hours ICFM. The AK members on the Dahlia Forum always have awesome dahlias. BTW, as an enabler, lookie a Swan Island WebCam http://18.104.22.168/
took a vacation with friends and family and filled up 3 photo albums... and discovered, only after someone asked about it, that there were no pictures of people in them... except when someone was in a shot showing how large or small a plant was.
current finances mean no movies or eating out this week... the money is for bags of dirt and pots.
I marvel when I meet someone without dirt under their fingernails.
when I meet new people I find myself sometimes wondering what their scientific (latin) names are
Time off and vacations are organized around botanical gardens
the house is annoying structure taking up valuable planting space on my property
You know you're a gardener when you're preparing to go on vacation and make lists of which nurseries you want to visit, the plants or pots you want to buy and making sure you bring along the battery charger and new batteries to get photos of flowers and gardens.
Then you're free to think about clothes, shoes, etc.
Pirl I am going to the west coast for my bro's wedding this summer and I've started mapping and lining up nursery visits to pick up plants I can't get here. I just noticed this weekend that I confirmed a nursery appointment for yes, you guessed it, the time of the wedding ceremony (oops).
You know you're a gardener when a seed germinates in the bathroom sink
and you turn the lights on so it can grow.
OK - how many have had this happen? A few years ago, I found a seedling
growing from the drain and let it go until I figured out it was a tomato. Now
I have another but don't think its a tomato. I'll have to get a picture for everyone.
Maybe post it on plant & tree ID forum? :-)
Any ideas of what it is? I left for a few days vacation and this is what I found.
It actually happened a few years ago but I was able to pull the seedling out
and pot it up. It was a tomato. This guy had his roots firmly twined about the
drain thingie so I'm just leaving him alone (and watering every day. At least
that is easy!) I have two sinks in the MBR bath so its no bother.