One of my friends is a really good gardener. She has amazing patience for figuing out plant stuff. And so, she's figured out how to fool artichokes into thinking they're two years old in their first year. She's got artichokes (the chokes, not just the plants) on her plants now! In the upper midwest!
Now that she's been successful, she shared a couple little plants that she didn't have room for in her planting area (so they were in a pot, a bit too crowded for real plant happiness) with me! I planted them today. MAYBE they'll actually grow up enough to make chokes. And MAYBE I can dig them up and get them to survive in my basement for winter and then plant them next year for reals?
At any rate, the idea of having artichokes in my garden is just delightful.
My bruise is developing along.
One of my friends suggested that I needed to make a way better story about how I got it, something about doing a header off my bike and being dragged along for several hundred feet or something. But I don't have road rash or a booboo anywhere but this one place, so that didn't sound convincing. Any good ideas?