Hi Margaret, It sounds like you and your friend had a great day. Also sounds a little like my mom and I driving around southern Calif over labor day weekend. She doesn't read maps or drive, so I had to look at the map before we left and write down the directions for her to read off. We did have a great trip even with a few U-turns. I'm still waiting for the box of plants I shipped back from my Aunt's house. New orchids, kolancho, plumeria, and a few other goodies. I'm just sure it will arrive today. Sure wish I could bring home some of that blooming jasmine and plumeria. The smell is heavenly. Jane >A gardening friend and I took our annual trip westward yesterday to buy a >winter's supply of onions. Sweet spanish onions are a major crop for >eastern Oregon and southwestern Idaho, and they are of outstanding quality. > The good news is bad news for farmers: the price is lower than usual. We >bought 50 lbs. of jumbo onions for $6, and 50 lbs. of mediums for $4. In >previous years the prices of each were $1 more than those prices. If it >doesn't stop raining here soon, the prices will jump. Onions have been >pulled and are lying in the muddy fields. If they rot, prices will rise >quickly. The first packing house we went to, the one we usually buy onions >from, didn't have any onions, even unsorted ones in a bin. They won't >resume operations until the fields dry out. But the owner of that plant >told us how to get to another plant that he said was still rolling. As we >usually do, we stopped in Notus to visit the general store there. It >caters to Mexican farm workers and carries everything from boots to blades, >and every Spanish-named herb known to humans. The candy case held the >white coconut candies with bright pink ends, and a few other candies, but >they didn't have my favorite, Dulce de Leche. While my friend discussed >the merits of vermicides (!) with the sales clerk, I continued browsing, >and found packaged dulce de leche. Okay, so it's colored differently. >Just won't be the same in a sanitary wrapper as it was being pawed over by >everyone who opened the candy door. > >It had been raining that morning, and an awesome bank of tattered clouds >stretched south to north, from horizon to horizon. By the time we got our >onions in the back of the little pickup it was almost noon, so we decided >to go to Oregon for lunch. Nyssa, Ore., was just ten miles distant. >Crossed into Pacific time zone, I think, and into a state without sales >tax. Not a bad lunch, but you don't see someone grilling chicken breasts >on a gas barbecue on Main street every day. Or see a restaurant that's >also a quilt shop and gift store. Neither of us had been out that highway, >so it was interesting. My friend didn't have her reading glasses with her, >so she was busy misreading a road map. I said "I think we're traveling >north. I don't want to go north." I finally pulled off the road and >looked at the map, then turned around and traveled south. > >The only thing we didn't do this time is visit a remote greenhouse from >which we've purchased a lot of plants at reasonable prices. My friend is >just going out of the nursery business, and I have a ton of plants that >have never been put in the ground. We didn't need to go there, GA or not. >Anyway, I've got some darned good-looking winter onions. My only concern >is that the skins are thin, and I'm expecting a hard La Nina winter. Don't >onion skins toughen and thicken just before a hard winter? Margaret, in >Boise