Did the Fortress of Solitude just get me stupid for the stuff? Yes it did.
We've got some really bitchin decks on the roof outside the shop, built by Rich three years ago. They get full sun in the summer, and are thoroughly protected by the building and cat walk. We've had a pretty good run with a little container garden out there the last few years, and this Spring I just want to go ape on it. And going ape sometimes requires a little preparation; in this case the installation of grow lights under a bench in the shop.
Reuben (of 43rd Parallel Press) stopped by today and wound
up doing the lion's share of this little nursery set-up. I'd bought
the ballasts and bulbs cheap down at the Depot, and they came with
minimal schematics. We did some wiring research (thanks Rich, thanks
Reuben's dad) and drilled the assembled lights under the bench.
And just so you know, that flocked black light poster of Jesus is the fine work of 43rd Parallel Press. Working a little overtime from the holiday season.
The peat pots are soaking overnight; I'm popping the seeds in there tomorrow. There'll be a huge push on the pepper front this year, and tomatillos, as well as cornishon cukes (those are actually heading up to the community garden plot I share with my sister). Much pickling will ensue. Many thanks, Reuben.
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