Hello everyone; once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, in generally excellent condition, and filling in for the guy I live with, partly so you don’t have to hear all the complaining that goes on here. You may remember me from such related posts as “Life With A Nut”, and “Life With A Nut, Part Two”.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.
The guy I live with has been complaining about the weather again. I admit it hasn’t been to my liking either.
These pictures weren’t just taken today, but over the last couple of days. He says that the sameness of it is extremely tiresome. I’d have to agree, considering that there’s been an awful lot of thunder.
Today, however—and this won’t be a really long post–the guy I live with told me that gardening can be boring. I never thought he would say such a thing, until today. What he decided to do was do something he’d been putting off for quite some time: transplanting cactus seedlings.
Maybe you can tell that they’re not doing as well as they could be, and the guy I live with said this was because he made a mistake in the soil-less mix he used, which was part “play sand” and part some kind of icky compost. The roots weren’t growing at all.
They went into pots like this. 
The perlite was a mistake, and he took care of that. This is pure “paving sand”, which as you can see is comprised of different sized particles, so the cactus will be growing in a more oxygenated medium.
As maybe you can tell, the seedlings are not very big, and in fact quite a number of them were the size of a grain of rice, or even smaller. He used a bamboo skewer to move them, and plant them in the sand. Imagine planting all these grains of rice, and making sure they’re right side up.
Then imagine there are over three hundred of them. The guy I live with was kind of grouchy today.
That’s really all there is for today. He transplanted seedlings, got really irritated, and transplanted some more. He said it was boring.
I just lay in my fort, doing nothing in particular. The guy I live with said this picture was funny. He isn’t always right, you know. 
Until next time, then.
the miserable gardener 