We didn't arrive at the house until almost 3:00 a.m. The plants looked fantastic. I took them out and hosed them down to hydrate them some. By the time we got ready to crash, it was after 4:00 a.m. A half dose of a sleeping pill and it was lights out!
Early Friday morning, we were on our way for a weekend trip to Rayong and Chanthaburi for some fruit and plant hunting, site seeing, and just some general fun and relaxation. We had a first for us all this trip. The folks hired a driver and a big van to take us all on the trip. This freed up the folks from the tiring drive and allowed them to relax and enjoy the trip...and the driver knew exactly where he was going!
Our first stop was Suan Lamai. This is the poor man's version of Suphattra Land. It's a two stop tour around the farm. The entry price allows you to all-you-can-eat buffet style down on any of their fruit. It was pretty country though.
First stop was to pick your own rambutan. Always tastes better right off the tree.
After a breakfast buffet at the hotel, we loaded up the van and headed to Chanthaburi. I mentioned in Part 3 how rubber trees started to dominate the landscape. Now more and more fruit trees stood out as well. Grove after grove of durian, mangosteen, longkong, rambutan, and mayong chid. I started seeing breadfruit more often as well. Rubber trees were still a large part of the landscape.
Given how the vacation has gone up to now, I would certainly classify this day as being lazy. Got up. Tooled around the yard. Watered some plants. Came back inside and lounged around in front of the fan sending emails and posts on the forum via the Ipad. I'm not going to rant about the Ipad, but I will say this..."My kingdom for a freaking keyboard!".
June 2007. This trip, for me, was not scheduled and certainly was not expected by me or any of the family. My wife was already planning on being in Thailand in June and I was going to stay home this time around. Normally, this would not have been a problem, but circumstances were far from normal for us during this period.
Looking at the finished structure above, one would never imagine how this thing could suck the life out you. This is part 2 of my greenhouse construction adventure. Thought it was fun in part 1? Here the real fun begins! Yep! I decided to build this structure myself.
2005 was not only a year spent enlarging my collection, but other life decisions were going on as well. Some people look at the web as a blessing while others a curse. True, it is a wondrous source of information…good and bad. It can also lead to fantasies such as me getting a greenhouse. There. I said it. I wanted a greenhouse. By this time, my tiny grow room was packed with all sorts of plants and I was making a mess. I was also pretty darn fed up with lugging the plants up and down the stairs. Something had to give and since it didn’t look like I was slowing down my acquisition of plants, a bigger grow room was in order.
I’ve been to Florida several times in the past…hunting other treasures during those times. Fruit? The only fruit we were looking for came in the form of lime wedges to go with the salt and tequila. So June of 2005 was going to be my first tropical fruit hunting trip/adventure.
Still 2004 and I'm off for my second trip to Thailand. I'm now a world traveler and I'm armed with experience and wisdom...as you will soon learn.
My brother-in-law is marrying his sweetheart. My wife has been in Thailand for at least a week ahead of me attending the actual ceremony…which lasts for a few days. She spends at least three weeks when she goes home and that is just way too long for me. I'm a homebody and honestly, I don't want to be gone from my girl Mandi too long. Mandi is our golden retriever and we love her dearly. So with Mandi safely in the care of my father, I fly out to spend a couple of weeks and be a part of the happy couple’s wedding reception.
I’ve always enjoyed growing things. My paternal grandparents lived in New Lexington, Ohio…not quite a couple hours from London where I grew up. I remember staying with them as a young lad during the summers. I’d explore the garden every morning looking for fresh veggies and munching on the ones I did find. They grew up in a time where having a garden was a necessity and helped keep the cabinets in the basement full of jars of delight. They also enjoyed the activity and rewards a garden gave them. I will never forget the taste of grandma’s tomato juice and dill pickles. I’m pretty sure my love of growing was greatly influenced by them…and I’m richer for it.
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