Showing posts with label Growing Pretty Things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Growing Pretty Things. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

How does your garden grow?

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The garden has been both interesting and frustrating.  I’ve found that just because you plant something doesn’t mean it will grow into something you can eat!  But I have harvested several salads in the last couple of weeks.

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There are several types of lettuce here and some cute, little radishes and 5 (count them!) sweet peas.  They were all delish and had the family hunting in their salads for the goodies. 

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Other results… the broccoli was all flowers and useless.  The cauliflower is looking pretty good, I’m guessing.  I went out today and it’s leaves were like Swiss cheese from the many perfectly camouflaged caterpillars that were calling it home.  I used natures pest remover, my fingers, and gave them a new home over the fence.  I hope none hit my son who was mowing on the other side!  The cuc plants are still pretty small but they have yellow flowers.  The radishes have really taken off and were planted from seed.  I’m on my second crop. 

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Here is my one glorious poblano.  Hmmm, how can I stretch one  chile relleno to feed 6 people?

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Oh, this is funny.  This is some kind of subterranean evil that has taken up residence in the yard.  It’s a mole or vole or whatever.  Lovey went all “Caddy Shack” on it last week with some smoke bombs.  I don’t think I ever got a straight answer on whether that business was organic.  We still have holes so I’m calling this one for the subterranean’s.  Holes, moles, voles.  Interesting.  There’s probably something to this.

Last picture…

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Here is one of the seven different tomato plants.  They’ve all got flowers now and even a few baby tomatoes.  I hope the timing on the lettuces and tomatoes will coincide.  

That’s all for the garden update.  How does your garden grow?

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Morning Gloria in Excelsis Deo!

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The rain sang a doxology of flowers and what a song it was as it greeted each morning! 

Rain has fallen for DAYS.  Everything is happy and growing.

 

 

 

2 morning glory wm.jpeg I tried to pick out just one morning glory picture to show you, but how could I?  It would have been unfair, as I see it, to short change you of these wonders.  

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Heart shaped leaves… sigh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Even the spent blooms are beautiful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And look at the…

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Little golden-hearted Daisy

Told the sun that she felt lazy:

Said the earth was quite too wet,

She thought she wouldn’t open yet.

-Elizabeth Gordon (Flower Children)

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   “Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.  …affected by the faint hum of a mosquito…  as I could be by any trumpet that ever sang of fame.  …There was something cosmical about it; a standing advertisement, till forbidden, of the everlasting vigor and fertility of the world.”                         -Henry David Thoreau

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This is simplicity.  One small hummingbird lost one small feather that see-sawed its way down and rested right here.  I fully lived this small moment enjoying Nature herself.

   “It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look…  To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.”                                    -Henry David Thoreau

I hope you don’t mind, but you’re going to be subjected to big spoonfuls of the honey that Thoreau had a mind to put to pen.  I came across a copy of “Walden” and may have developed an infatuation with a dead person of great eloquence.