Wind- you heard me- wind. Don't look at me like that! I was unaware when I moved here, but I have apparently moved into some kind of wind tunnel vortex of doom or something. I am considering installing a windmill and selling the energy I generate to the power company thus earning my first million. I have decided the *bed-head* look is probably a good choice for me as it is the only choice the minute you step outside.
The day I planted, I felt like I was in the middle of the movie "Twister". (I am betraying myself and revealing my true age here, aren't I?) I kept looking at the clouds and thinking "Just one more row. I can get the garden in before I have to go hide in the bath tub with a mattress over my head!" Seeds were blowing, dogs were circling anxiously... It was ugly. So now, I can't see two clearly defined rows of onions and two clearly defined rows of carrots. I can't see much of anything. My dad claims carrots like sand, so that may be my issue there... Who knows.
And now, even as the planting is over and the tiny seeds are tucked safely in my catch all drawer, the wind continues to plague me! I had a sunflower that I transplanted to the front flower bed break in half during a blustery Winds-day. And there are times as cows are being blown over head and I wait for Dorothy Gale to land in my yard that I swear I am going to loose my tomato plants or my peppers, etc. So... what to do? What to indeed-illy do? Tomato cages? Move to Ohio on 5 acres of prime farming land?
Monday, June 21, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Gardening Tip #1
IF you have some nature of thistle that has reached a height of 2 ft and is growing copious groupings along with other branching, seeding, vining weeds into your neighbor's garden THEN it is time to do *a little* weeding. The consequences of neglecting said weeding is that I will be in your backyard with a hand trowel ripping out weeds, flinging dirt and organic matter to and fro as I spout obscenities.
Disclaimer: I will firmly maintain my proclaimation that I was so devout in my weeding I failed to notice my property line ended 3.1783 ft. ago and that, on an unrelated note, I have Tourette's Syndrome.
Disclaimer: I will firmly maintain my proclaimation that I was so devout in my weeding I failed to notice my property line ended 3.1783 ft. ago and that, on an unrelated note, I have Tourette's Syndrome.
It starts...
I was sitting in the waiting room at the children's hospital a LONG time ago... I'm going to guess 4 years ago when I read an article about tomatoes. These were not your *big food chain* tomatoes. They were every kind of heirloom tomatoes. I WAS IN LOVE! I am pretty sure little cherubs came down and flew around my head. But we were renting at the time and had a shared yard and blabbity-blah-blah.
Cut to last Nov. and me buying a house (well, really my husband is buying it since I earn NO money, but you get the whole *we are one* concept, right?). I told him there WOULD be a garden. Yeah, I'm bossy like that. So, he asked how big. I told him the length of the backyard. Our backyard is almost 60' long. We were planning to come 8' into the yard with the garden since the fences we are all bound by HOA law to use are in 8' segments. After I picked his jaw up and handed it to him, he asked if I was really sure. I said I was REALLY sure. It ended up being 464 sq ft of garden. I was ELATED. And then I think I peed my pants a little. I knew NOTHING about gardening. Okay, so that's a lie. My dad is the Maharaja of gardening and we generally had a garden when I was growing up unless circumstance just didn't allow. But now, I was on my own. Still, something inside me was swelling with joy and I could not help but browse the great wide interweb looking for what great and marvelous tomatoe varieties I would be purchasing come spring!
Cut to now. It is in. It is planted! I have had help from the All Mighty Maharaja and for that I am grateful! But I have also planted on my own! How miraculous and wonderful to be the creator of something. And how marvelous to sit back and watch as the sprouts start to come up, just as God intended for them to! It really is a miracle, gardening. And if you don't believe I believe that, let me use some form of the word miraculous again... TRULY A MIRACULOUS MIRACLE!
Cut to last Nov. and me buying a house (well, really my husband is buying it since I earn NO money, but you get the whole *we are one* concept, right?). I told him there WOULD be a garden. Yeah, I'm bossy like that. So, he asked how big. I told him the length of the backyard. Our backyard is almost 60' long. We were planning to come 8' into the yard with the garden since the fences we are all bound by HOA law to use are in 8' segments. After I picked his jaw up and handed it to him, he asked if I was really sure. I said I was REALLY sure. It ended up being 464 sq ft of garden. I was ELATED. And then I think I peed my pants a little. I knew NOTHING about gardening. Okay, so that's a lie. My dad is the Maharaja of gardening and we generally had a garden when I was growing up unless circumstance just didn't allow. But now, I was on my own. Still, something inside me was swelling with joy and I could not help but browse the great wide interweb looking for what great and marvelous tomatoe varieties I would be purchasing come spring!
Cut to now. It is in. It is planted! I have had help from the All Mighty Maharaja and for that I am grateful! But I have also planted on my own! How miraculous and wonderful to be the creator of something. And how marvelous to sit back and watch as the sprouts start to come up, just as God intended for them to! It really is a miracle, gardening. And if you don't believe I believe that, let me use some form of the word miraculous again... TRULY A MIRACULOUS MIRACLE!
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