Today ... a temporary respite from my musings about weeds and garden challenges. Gardening is one way (technically) to work with my hands, but some of my other passions also involve handwork. In a post from last year, I referred to my family name, suggesting the influence (both as a writer and as a knitter)… Continue reading Have A Cowl!
My adventures-in-gardening experiences are now on record here, and here. This year, I was amazed at my eagerness to get out and work the garden bed! No, the weeds weren't gone, not by a long shot, but I have identified a straightforward plan to address this nemesis! I haven't yet won, but I've taken the right… Continue reading Doing Battle . . . And Winning!
The bane of horticultural endeavor was the subject of my previous post. Would anyone dispute weeds are tenacious, sometimes nigh intractable? Certainly, extricating weeds at their roots is the most highly-effective practice. But take a look at this picture on the left; ask yourself (as I did) how much time might be required to extract… Continue reading Weeds Crouching At My Door
My garden remains -- queue the writing metaphor -- a work in progress. My last post pictured a part of my 35' x 7' raised bed. Full disclosure, here's a view of the garden I neglected to include. Where veggies once grew in the space, all that green (to the left of the owl) is… Continue reading The Villainy of Weeds
As a preteen, one of my summertime chores was gardening. The neighbors and my parents -- bullwhip-wielding Simon Legree and his equally-capable understudy Cruella DeVil -- planted at least half an acre of vegetables in the field behind our house. Like unsuspecting migrant farm workers, my brothers and I were drafted into service maintaining the… Continue reading How Does My Garden Grow?
Arggghhhhh! Looking at my most recent (a relative term) post, I can't deny it's been three months since I last posted. My 2012 blogging New Year's Resolution didn't exactly take, did it? Over the years, I've heard writers vent their frustrations with writer's block. I've listened dutifully to their laments but inwardly lacked understanding; I'm… Continue reading Knock My Block Off