Whatever happened to Mr Brown Thumb?

The new shelves are up! I'm exhausted from repotting and sterilising soil the entire day yesterday. Indoor vegetable gardening are almost as much work as in an ordinary garden. Most of my time today has been lost sleeping over a magnificent swedish gardening book (a shame - I know) and reading blogs.

Now I have time to think all those thoughts that building shelves and balancing on stepladders shoved into the unconsious. Like; where will I put all the tigernuts I want to grow. Depsite three windowsills with added light and two nurseries planned I can't find the space for them. But that is a small question compared to whatever happened to Mr Brown Thumb?

Mr Brown Thumb is a gardening blogger living in Chicago. He was one of the first to read Indoor Gardener, and he helped me out in cyberspace by sugesting a link exchange and his posts on blogging were an added help. As far as I know he lives on his blogs, and he used to update them almost daily last year.

He wrote his last blogpost january 13th this year. People are still commenting on it, but now they say things along the lines of "we miss you" and "hope your real life takes so much of your time that you don't have the time for this blog". Because when a voice in cyberspace is muffled the silence is eery.

Mr Brown Thumb doesn't seem to have planned to stop, his thread of thoughts is just cut off. But whoever would you call to ask if everything's alright? It's not as though we have common friends in 'real' life. One of his blogs displays an email adress, but what if he doesn't answer... If he hadn't wrote in one of his posts that he is six feet tall and has a shaven head I hadn't even known anything about his looks.

I just sent an email to his adress. Probably he's got a job or a girlfriend that takes all his time, I hope. Anyone reading this blog who knows anything is welcome to tell me in the commentaries. I admit to be a tad worried.

More turf!

I've spent most of the weekend either sawing or cleaning. A jigsaw is extremely messy when you use it. And eventhough I told myself that "next time I'll attach the vacuum cleaner" I redid everything this morning. To be a gardener I have a remarcable lack of patience. This means two more things have emerged on my wishlist. Number one is only possible to fulfill of you are a very rich person; I want a woodworking shop. No, not a communal one (I've seen those), I want one of my own. A place where I can hang my tools neatly on the wall and where the workbench stays put! Right now half of the time carpenting is engulfed by carrying stuff and folding/unfolding the bench. Where I do the work? In the library of course! Sprinkle the books with sawdust will only liven them up... Wish number two is more modest, I want quick grip clamps. One clamp, two extra pads and two planks in one manuever are a test to patience and endurance. I'm lucky to be a mom in this case.

But now I do have two halfpainted shelves on my table. If I'm lucky I'll be able to put them up tomorrow evening and hang the grow lights under them. Then I'll be able to move my january seedlings from the nursery, repot the february seedlings and sow again. Wooot! I'm waiting for that moment! I suspect my plants do too, especially the tomatoes seems to be ready for some new turf.

The indian spinach makes me worry a bit. I hope it tastes good, because it seems to Grow A Lot. Plants For A Future mentions it can grow vines ten meters (11 yards) long. If you don't believe it you can take a look at the little video I found on YouTube where someone has filmed vines growing along the ground. (This is 'raw' film - no speaker, no music, just the sound of the photographer.) Well, if my own "Seymores" decides to walk down that road I promise you a recipe on indian spinach pie.