Gardening

 It was nice enough today that I got some gardening done.  I even went and bought some plants, although they didn't have a lot since it's still a bit early here.  I've put my tomatoes outside because they were getting too large for the space I had allowed for indoor gardening in the kitchen.  Planted a peach tree in the ground that I started from a pit 3 or 4 years ago.  It was basically root bound and I really wasn't willing to buy a bigger pot.  Next year I'll have to prune it. Did some research and found that peppers and garlic grow well together so I'm going to put some pepper plants next to my garlic once it's warmer.  Planted some strawberry plants too.  And got a small chunk of iris that came from my grandma's house back in 89.  I put that in a pot because I'll watch that to make sure it thrives before transferring it to living in the ground.  Tomorrow it's supposed to rain so I'll have to focus on indoor stuff.  Which sucks because I really enjoyed the sunshine today.

Subconscious?

 One of the weirdest dreams I've ever had was the one where somehow I ended up at a bud judging contest that High Times magazine was sponsoring. (I've never read a copy of the magazine and I'm an occasional user at best - occasional meaning once or twice a year.) So I'm wandering around a fairgrounds with all these booths and tables set up, people displaying their buds and people selling art and crafts when all of the sudden there's Tommy Chong.  He comes up to me and he's got a cooked ear of corn.  He tells me he's managed to cross marijuana with corn and this ear of corn will knock me on my ass.  He says I HAVE to try it.  So I'm like where's some butter? I can't eat corn on the cob with no butter.  We start looking around for anyone who has regular butter.  That's when I wake up and am thinking WTF? So I really have no clue what my subconscious has going on apparently.