Actually, it’s the Silver Queen of Leigh Burch fame. The 7th is an auspicious day to plant corn according to the almanac. The fact that it was 74 degrees outside the greenhouse was another consideration. Living where we do, if I planted it outdoors, there’s a strong chance it would get colder and take a long time to propagate. Best to cheat and use the Non-ADA, non-ILP greenhouse and suck it up. This is about my limit in pots and room inside. And while we’re on the subject, does anyone know that Burpee Seed Company is a liar, liar, liar. They sold me 800 seeds and there were 914 in the bag.
ILP corn …
Actually, it was 25 trays as I found four more (X 72 more).
And then I discovered I have another pressing problem beginning on the other side of the house…
Our patron saint who introduced me to Silver Queen. Meet Leigh Burch-recent HCVet winner.
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Laura
Yummy corn.
If you’re reading, Average Joe Vet, we bought some fresh beets, on your recommendation, and roasted them in a slow oven peeled and coated in a little oil. They were good.
I sure hope we get put. There by picking time , he’ll if VA sees that picture , they would say she is. Just fine , not sick even a little , so thankful and blessed , that she got her transplant , but I must say that one trades one big problem , for many little one , you know first hand what all that cutting on the body will do not to mention the Prograff , hope to see you soon
Hep C is a giver disease. Once you get it, it’s like ants at the picnic. Pretty soon there are too many to count. I’m lucky. I only lost about 94 cm. of my small bowel and 3/4 of my liver. The kidneys are almost shot and gall bladder has to come out soon. The thyroid gland is fading so I’m pounding down levothyroxine and lyothyrinine. My skin is falliing off from PCT and I’m anemic. Leigh’s in deeper doo-doo than me. Funny thing is people always tell us “Hmm. Stage 4? Hell, cirrhosis looks good on you!”
P.S. I’m still holding some 2014 Silver Queen in the freezer for you guys just in case you show up before this year’s harvest. Got your, six—always.