Being right.

So Dylan is on this organic kick... (and he is right to be) and it interferes with the quality of my sleep.  I'll come home from the night shift, stumble into bed and then I dream I am on the beach walking and I can distinctly smell fish.  And then I wake up, and I distinctly smell fish, rather it smells like a a tuna that has been in the sun too long.    Yup, Dylan is at it again, fertilizing the plants with the nitrogen rich fish emulsion, all the way organic. 
 
  

Sometimes you are right and you wish you weren't.  Case in point: I explained to Dylan that I was not procrastinating when I started seeds in the greenhouse.  I actually tried to convince myself too that I wasn't procrastinating, but that this was a well thought out upper management decision regarding timing and planning.   So I was right, with the fields being as wet as they are we can't put any transplants in the ground any time soon and it is a good thing we didn't start two weeks earlier.  Hopefully I procrastinated long enough.