Samantha wrinkles her nose
Thursday April 08th 2021, 10:48 pm
Filed under: Garden,Life

The jiffy pots just weren’t doing it for those remaining seedlings anymore and I knew it.

I realized that it was lifting the bags of soil that had been stopping me.

So I didn’t–I left them propped up and scooped out dirt by the plastic flowerpot-full and took it to where I wanted it to go. All I’d needed was to just get started. It was slower, it got my hands in the dirt more, it was more meditative–and it got the job done.

Five apricot seedlings planted in pots, six if you include the one from last year. That should be enough to do some fine taste-testing of Anya’s offspring in a few years. Some got more peat than the others, some more planting mix, some, more topsoil; it got a bit random because hey, I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m just guessing.

There’s one last one whose roots haven’t started dangling out the jiffy bottom yet, ready and waiting for the friend it’s been promised to to plant as she pleases.

A quick house note: I am told that yes this kitchen does have a stove–it pulls down by the handles from the small oven above. Apparently it’s called a Bewitched stove, because the TV show of that name from my childhood had one like it. (Here’s the Graceland version.)

I love that this house has its original one still there and still working. Mechanical dials for the win!

I’d still remodel the heck out of that kitchen if it were mine. With some regret, because that thing is cool. I just wouldn’t want to be stuck having to try to use those tiny burners that I’m told were slow at a friend’s house and I would most definitely trip over them jutting out like that but only some of the time. My body just doesn’t do graceful.

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Oh yes! My husband’s grandparents had the Frigidaire model that the stove top pulled out. Rather handy in a narrow kitchen, although you had to keep it in the out position until the burners cooled. Made the excuse for playing cards after dinner.

Comment by DebbieR 04.09.21 @ 7:30 am

You’re not guessing, you’re experimenting!

That oven/stove is something else. Like you, I would walk into it constantly. And that house has such a lot of paneling!

Comment by ccr in MA 04.09.21 @ 8:34 am

When I was growing up, a friend’s house had that kind of stove. I never thought about how it might be to cook on, since her mom or mine were feeding us, rather than having us do it. We could have, but I’m pretty sure they didn’t want us underfoot and making noise while they were practicing music. I should ask my mom how it was for her to cook on (she is/was 5’7”) vs her friend (5’2”); I don’t think the knobs on theirs were so high up! I’m kind of surprised about the lack of a refrigerator, but then again, they might have gotten one they loved and took it with them!

Comment by Barbara 04.09.21 @ 10:20 am

Had one of those stoves many years ago, and it was a relic then! I loved it. In fact, I don’t think I’ve had a stove before or since that I like(d) as well. Height was great. I’m 5’5″. When baking and not using the stove-top, access to the oven was wonderful. It was fine when using the cook-top too. My only concern was that while taking something in or out of the oven I could accidentally drop something onto a hot pot on the stove. (Never happened.) Mine had a pull-out, like a drawer, for the burners. If they made something similar now I would buy it in a heartbeat!

Comment by Jayleen Hatmaker 04.10.21 @ 8:38 am

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