Okay, I admit it; there's no drugs in this post, nor is there any rock and roll either. There's a mellow modal banjo tune playing in the background, and that's about it. Mind you, I do have a pint-glass brimming with vodka and dry ginger to hand, just in case it all gets a bit raunchy!
So, no drugs, no rock and roll, but we do have socks. Now, at IG Towers, Santa isn't always the most welcomed of guests. As far as I see things, I buy relatives expensive presents, and they buy me socks. It's a coincidence, by the way; that's not what the post is about. No; this year Santa was welcomed warmly into IG Towers, on account of the fact that Mrs IG had a list of garden stuff I wanted.
On Christmas morning I feigned surprise as I opened the books I had carefully catalogued, the very specific potato planters I had ordered, and all the other bits. All that was left was the big box. I wanted a heated propogator (I didn't know what it did, nor do I still, but lust is a strange thing). I'd seen some item thrown together at B&Q for a tenner, but this box was bigger. Much bigger.
It was a Sankey heated propogator. It was the Sankey Plantmaster 2000. Not the 100, not the 1000, not even the 1999. It was the 2000! To be honest, the number meant nothing; the word PLANTMASTER said it all!
I was the Plantmaster! From Idiot Gardener to Plantmaster in one Christmas present. It's not only heated, but it has variable heat. Variable! That means I can change it, whenever I want. Why? Because I am the Plantmaster! Try to keep up.
To be honest, since Christmas, it has sat in the spare room, doing nothing. At least twice a day I walk in, look it over, and shout PLANTMASTER in my best Peter Cushion voice. I want to use it, but I think it still might be a bit early. I've some broad beans to sprout (is that the right term?), but I'd rather wait until I've completed a few other jobs before I start growing.
Tonight, I have turned it on. No, I'm not ready to grow yet, but tomorrow I shall be out in the rain digging up Hill 49. My thinking is this: if I put my socks in the Sankey tonight, they'll be toasty warm come morning.
Up here for thinking; down there for dancing!
PLANTMASTER!
You love it; I know you do!
That looks like a serious piece of kit. Plenty of room for your seed trays too. Puts my Super 7 propagator to shame.
ReplyDeleteYour blog title intrigued me on Blotanical, so here I am checking it out. What a fun garden blog and it even has a little edge to it. I'll most definitely be back for more. Ohhh...I too find horse and well-rotted cow manure fascinating stuff, especially when the roses bloom in June!
ReplyDeleteLOVE IT! Cracking up..love the Humor. The title caught my interest. And I feel like I'm sitting right there while you're talking.
ReplyDeleteDear Idiot,it may interest you to know that propagators are also good for fermenting wine &beer.But back to business - if you want to germinate seeds with different temp.requirements,set the thermostat for the higher one and place the other on an upturned seed tray or similar.
ReplyDeleteWelcome, Plantmaster, to blotanical! I laughed as I read your post. I am looking forward to getting to know you and your garden better. Let us know how that propagation contraption works out.
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