And Monday I've set myself the task of repotting the chilis and moving them outside. I wake early, walk around town, looking at free piles for 12" pots. No luck. Hit the hardware store on Baker, nada, then down to Wal-Mart, nothing, over to Wholesale Club, nothing, then over to the Farm Supply Store and compromise with 10" tubs. Better than what they're in. And buy a big bag of dirt and wrestle it all home and repot the chilis, move them outside, there's a spot at the end of the landing where they'll get double the light.
Untangling the roots, getting them into the bigger pots, a couple will suffer for a few days but they'll thank me later. And I them, the infamous Carolina Reapers...
Now I'm faced with a few small empty pots and I'm off on the same tour, once again, to find herbs to fill them.
The herb garden I've set up has been punctually raided by the neighbours, and I could use a few more basil and rosemary and thyme plants.
To the Kootenay Co-op, Ellisons, the killing-field that is the remnants of Wal-Mart's seasonal display; "50%" off a dead tomato plant isn't a deal no matter how you look at it, and over to Wholesale Club where it's the same again. Nobody has watered a thing since mid-June. So now a bunch of love-lorn empty pots...
On the way home, a garage sale in the alley, more plant pots, and having bought them new I recognize the bargain, pick them up, if I can't fill them this year I will next.
And then it's noon, way too hot to be out and about, and I'm home, thrilled with a productive day, and checking my phone I've already walked 15 KM this morning. The rest of the day off...