I wanted to purchase a good plant mister especially now that I have sweet ferns to look after. I did a search for best plant misters and found this Flairosol mister is rated VERY highly for ultra fine mist sprayers. I think it is going to work very well for my plants, so I wanted to share it with everyone in case you were thinking of a buying a mister.

I am glad I googled it because if I had not done, I probably would have purchased one of the more traditional plant misters that do not provide a super fine mist, and you end up with a lot of water droplets on the plants and on the ground beneath them. You want to effect the plant's atmosphere more than you want to effect the plant directly by drenching it with water droplets. I ordered the 10 oz bottle. That way, I could fill it with 5 oz, but if I end up needing more water each time, I could always go as high as 10 oz. Experience will let me know. The 10 gives me more options, but It think the 5 oz could work for anyone who only has a couple of plants to mist a few times a day.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07N7RLM7V/

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07N7RLM7V/

That's the one, all right. I bought that one for acrylic painting when I want to slow down drying bur couldn't have drops running down the canvas. It is indeed a fine mist.

It just arrived today, InthHotofTexas! I am thrilled to hear you have one, and it works well for you! My ferns should be thrilled!

IntheHotofTexas, I rinsed out the bottle and filled it with fresh water, and then I misted my ferns. It is indeed the finest mist I have ever seen come out of a pump bottle. Normally, only aerosols make this fine of a mist. I love it! After I finished, I could barely tell any water had been used up at all, so perhaps the 5 oz bottle would have been okay, but I am still glad I purchased the 10 oz bottle. I think the 24 oz would be suitable for a commercial setting where a TON of plants have to be misted 2-3 times a day. Anyway, this is an amazing mister!

Small Mist hoses are on my patio mounted on the ceiling trim. They connect to hoses on timers works well to cool and mist the plants as well as the gardener. The cool mist evaporates on skin and cools me down by 10 degrees very quickly on hot summer days. FYI

Great outdoor misters on amazon.

That sounds very nice, bumplebea. I do not have anywhere to mount anything like that, but if I did....

I watered the courtyard and the beds this morning. It was pretty hot in the sun. By the time I was finished and headed for a bath, it was already past noon. Felt so good to bathe! Had veggie burgers for luncheon and washed up the dishes. It is almost 4 now, and I am seriously considering a long nap.


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OAP.. temps that hot just melts the Gardener... just standing watering.. WOW..
the misters can also be mounted I\on the ground like a small hose pointing the misters built in the hose to the area needed. Omg... the things we gardeners do for our plants.

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A friend just remarked that she was surprised I was not effected by the "Sahara Dust Cloud" whilst out this morning. Never even heard of it. All I had was very hot sun. I have been coughing a bit, but that is my usual allergies trying to tip over into bronchitis again. I deal with that all year; nothing new there.

I hope this does not sound too maudlin, but with the state of the world now with the pandemic, the social unrest, the political disasters, the Saharan Dust Cloud, and all the rest of it, I will not be too sad to go once my time comes, and that may be sooner than I ever thought. I thought in the '60s things could only get better. Foolish me.....

The Saharan dust clouds are just a age-old phenomenon. Some are heavy. Some years, it's hardly noticeable. I remember others that were noted. And they are more than just nuisances. The Amazon rain forests depend on them for renewed fertilization. And they moderate the formation of Atlantic hurricanes that depend on warm water to form and grow.

All in all, not so bad a Texas Panhandle dust storms. My aunt talks about wash days in West Texas when she was a girl, when they would have all the wash done and out on lines when someone would yell, "Panhandle's coming," and they would all have to scramble to gather up the wet wash before it turned red from the dust bearing down on them like a wall and had to all be rewashed.

It's a rather interesting time, hard on some people, as are all interesting times, hence the Chinese curse about living in them. The sixties were like that. Frightening at times, horrible at time, but hugely stimulating. Having grown old, I no longer think about such things as the worst that can happen. Most every generation has their unthinkable disasters and unbelievable events. So far, this century has nothing on WWII or the Great depression, both of which were, in their times, inescapable events, the end of which could not be foreseen. It would have to get a whole lot worse to be worse than or more vital than 1968.

We can, at least, say, "This, too, shall pass." And it shall.

I agree with all you have said, IntheHotofTexas. If we take a long view of history, things have always been much the same if not worse (thinking at least all the way back to the atrocities of the Peloponnesian War the way through to the most recent ones). 1968 was a terrible year in which a dream died, but I actually stopped thinking about all of that a few years ago. Somehow, at this point in life, it does not pay to think too much about the past. The future is an abstraction that may not be realised by many, and the present is what it is, unfortunately.

Simply put, I feel I have lived past my time, and I am weary of it all. I do not recognise the young people of this world anymore (young by comparison) as compared to just 30-40 years ago. I will not launch into a diatribe about compassion, respect, community spirit, morals, and simple kindness toward all life, etc., so I will just leave it. I find solace in my garden, in my dog, in my old, dear friends, in my library, and at the end of the day in PBS.

Our world grows increasingly smaller as we age in this country, but given the present state of things, I actually am quite okay with that fact. I have less and less desire to go out into it, and on those occasions that I must do, I am utterly appalled. "Who are these people and where on earth did they come from?" is an horrifying thought that passes through my mind regularly these days. I am not insulated from much of it compared to many of my friends who are considerably wealthier than I and can therefore insulate themselves. For the very first time in my life, I wish I was very rich just so I could escape what is around me everyday.

IntheHotOfTexas ...and OAP...DITTO...

I wake every morning happy for the first few seconds til I remember the situation we are all in and coping with daily, some with family losses in our lives and financial instability.... then I go out in my garden ... Sit with a cup of java... see the plants, flowers, birds, bees, butterflies....ok weeds....and the sun is shinning...changes my mindset for the rest of the day... that is what is so important about gardening.. it's totally free therapy.

Sending blessings to you and all my garden web friends.🙏🏽👼🏼

Always remember. Back in the dawn of man, a grizzled old caveman stumbled outside one morning and said, "It's all just going to Hell." I've always been determined not to be that guy. And one reason I can manage that is that I know the world today would have a very, very long way to go to return to its sorry state of even some 100 years ago and less.

The Great Depression, a scourge with no end in sight. Did not end, in fact, until replaced by a greater scourge.

Two wars, both of them imagined to be short but both turning out to have no end in clear sight.

A nation consumed by fear of saying the wrong thing, singing the wrong song, or simply being accused by an enemy and going to jail or prison, because a president wouldn't tolerate being questioned.

Hundred of Black citizens, more probably thousands, many of them returned combat veterans, burned alive, lynched and simply killed out of hand, for no reason other than it was presumed they would get "uppity." And a president who did precisely nothing, except to have closed the better federal jobs to Blacks, whom he believe insufficiently evolved.

A massive flu pandemic, more terrifying, because we didn't have even today's bare information about where it came from, how it spread or if there would be an end to it.

People driven out of a large part of the central U.S., made uninhabitable by nature and their own hubris, to go blindly west with nothing but a mere hope of maybe feeding starving children.

My problems are nothing compared to my great-great-great-grandfather's in McNairy County, Tennessee, who knew where he stood and fought in Hurst's irregular volunteer cavalry for the Union and died in his bed back in NcNairy County.

If I have lived past those times, it is entirely a good thing. I am not weary, except in failing body. I think I am, in fact, able to more or less coast through these times, bad as they are, because I know how. And because I remember the people who lived through those times. I don't need things to be unchanging. What a bore that would be.

Consider, when longing for compassion, respect, community spirit, morals, and simple kindness toward all life of an earlier time how very narrowly, how meanly, those things were offered.

This is a hugely exciting time. Aside from the grief for people whose lives are blighted by being unable to avoid exposure to disease, there are also great things afoot and great evils to be fought. And I still have small contributions to make. But I don't fret over it. I know to expect betterment in moderation. But for all the noise, the world has become ever steadily a better place and will, with luck, continue to do so. Not an entirely comfortable place, but then it never was. That's just part of the deal. But so is the garden and it's infinite possibilities.

I would not argue with anything you have said, IntheHotofTexas, except that I personally do not find this an exciting time in which to be alive. I find it a sad and frightening time, and I am glad I will not leave anyone behind once I pass.

The world is not positioned for success in the coming decades in my opinion, and the U.S. in particular is in serious decline. Humans have raped and pillaged nature and one another for centuries, and now the upcoming generations will be the ones to reap the "reward." I do not think the U.S. will recover in any significant way, but history shows that all civilisations no matter how high a level of culture attained and no matter how powerful they may have been even for hundreds of years eventually decline and fall into ruin.

For all of the "progress" human beings have made over the centuries, it seems to me that the more things change, the more they stay the same. The historic names and venues may change, but essentially, it is the same old story repeating itself ad infinitum. "Progress," is a myth, and I am ashamed of my species, and I will not be sad to finally leave this vail of tears. Your mileage, of course, may vary.

All the miseries of life come from discriminating. This is good. That is bad. I wonder if this will be good or bad? Will I be better off or worse off? It all just is, and with practice, we control how we feel about it. It's all a small matter, a blip in the life of the Earth and less in the Universe. Something to do before the great meteor appears in the telescopes. It's the only show in town. Your ride's paid for. See what's around the next bend. You can get off any time you want. Meanwhile, at least you know the answer's 42, even if you don't know the question.

And why should anyone expect the U.S. to go on and on. Other nations do not. The French are on their fifth republic. The Germans are on Reich No. 4. (Or is is five with reunification.) And haven't heard much from the Ottoman Empire lately. Or Abyssinia, which was a pretty nifty place in it's time. Mesopotamia hasn't been answering the phone lately, either. Sumer, Babylonia, Assyria, The Hittite Empire, Median Empire, Achaemenid Empire, Parthia Empire, Sassanid Empire, Kush, the Aksumites, the Nandas, Mauryans, Shungas, Guptas, Shangs, Quins, and Hans, and not to mention Athens, Sparta, Macedonia and of course, the Romans, Franks, Visigoths, and all the others who thought the party would never end. Didn't stop them partying while it lasted. It's just what people do. We think we matter because we are able to think we matter.