You’d think that since I’m in my backyard every day I would notice all the significant changes taking place with the raised beds. Continue reading
Finally. The failed lettuce is gone from my patio containers, replaced by Black Cherry and Bubblegum Supertunias and Pink Champagne Ruby Grass. Continue reading
My weekend got off to a great start despite working later than usual Friday night. After a quick supper, I headed outside to water the flowers and vegetables and stake the tomato plants. I think I squealed when I saw a cute little tomato growing on one of the Early Girls. Continue reading
I love reading all the gardening posts lately by others who are really enjoying that Spring is here (or near for those in cooler climates).
Everyone seems excited to get outside and turn over their dirt, relishing in the idea that soon seeds will be sown and they’ll be able to watch the fledgling sprouts grow into strong plants that will (hopefully) produce a bountiful (or at least beautiful) crop of fruits and veggies.
I officially have dirt beneath my fingernails — and I hope it stays that way for a long time. Because for me there is no better sign that I am working in my garden and yard. I don’t even care that my hands will be perpetually begging for lotion and I won’t be able to grow decent looking fingernails. (That reminds me, too, that it’s about time to get a good pedicure to hide the dirt beneath my toenails!)
Lettuce update: It’s still alive (mostly) although it’s really growing slowly. In the photo with this post, the right side is how the containers look today; left side is from Feb. 14, after a major thinning. Even if it does get big enough to harvest, I’m wondering how it will taste. Is there such a thing as “old” tasting lettuce?
D(irt) Day arrived today and it was delivered right on time. I had about 3 hours after work and before it got too dark to put the weed fabric down and start filling the raised beds with beautiful soil made up of 40 percent compost, 40 percent loam, 10 percent bank sand and 10 percent granite sand. Wishful thinking had me confident I’d get it all done. Didn’t quite work out that way. Continue reading