Here's A Rundown Why Not:
20 bean plants-- 4 varieties
5 cantaloupe plants
20 cucumber plants-- 4 varieties
26 lettuce/ spinach plants
4 okra plants
11 onion bulbs
17 pea plants-- 2 or 3 varieties
20 pepper plants-- 5 varieties
10 squash/zucchini plants
12 strawberry plants
18 sunflower plants-- 2 varieties
42 tomato plants--5 or 6 varieties
9 watermelon plants-- 2 varieties
This doesn't account the better than 25 cups of nasturtiums and marigolds started from seed, or the decent amalgam the herb varieties are making.
Nor does it count the better than half the seeds of many veggies and fruits still hiding under the dirt-- the above was a walking inventory of what exactly is showing, and a good half of these are in solo cups awaiting transfer and requiring watering attention throughout the day.
In other words--- PARADISE!!! HA!!! Who gots time to write with all the tanning garden play goin' down?!?
Salinte, folks!!!
Cygnus
13 April 2010
28 March 2010
Dragon Ass...
Too Tarred To Spell It Right, Even...
Really, folks, I only weigh about a buck sixty-five in the first place; I ain't gotta lotta arse to sweat off. But it seems someome forgot to tell the Father Chronos in charge of the last few days...
The physical labor has been right about par-- I've double-dug another bed the last two days--
The mental labour is taking it's toll, though. That streams from putting tomatoes out too early; waking at oh-godthirty to see if sunshine is peeking through-- or even stands a chance; wondering if months' worth of labor will end in naughta fruit nor veggie...
This morning's mental stress call added a "who-dun-it?"-- some pots, flowering bushes, and trimed branches [awaiting carving and whittlin' for various artsy-fartsy schtuffs] were spread all across the yard-- not of their own accord, them being inanimate objects...
Deer? 'Coons?? Feral Kitties?!?
The neighbors' dogs were immediate suspects, and proved culprits. Whilst Flower stood on [one of] their porch[es], trying to wax kind, the pooches [one staying at the others' yard for a canine slumber party (apparently a regular thingie with the two bastards) {hey, I'm with Clinton for once: "don't ask..."}] shot out of an open backyard fence. I immediately branded open pocket knife and gave verbal warning, having enough shiite for the hour. The neighbor took note, profusely apologizing. [Yeah? Apologive me four bucks for some lettuce, wouldja?!!?]
Anyhow, I finished right about dusk with some transplanting to a better soil-based medium than I'd previously tried [cloying and compaction resulted in the need for peat moss and vermiculite to be added to the mix].
Right about three minutes after that, I seem incoherent.
I'z tarred. I'z goin' to the arms of Morpheus, folks...
[Put strawberries and cucumbers 'neath the mailbox trellis this eve...]
[A hand-made trellis, from tree trimmings and yarn, put to the peas...]
Slainte.
Cygnus
Really, folks, I only weigh about a buck sixty-five in the first place; I ain't gotta lotta arse to sweat off. But it seems someome forgot to tell the Father Chronos in charge of the last few days...
The physical labor has been right about par-- I've double-dug another bed the last two days--
The mental labour is taking it's toll, though. That streams from putting tomatoes out too early; waking at oh-godthirty to see if sunshine is peeking through-- or even stands a chance; wondering if months' worth of labor will end in naughta fruit nor veggie...
This morning's mental stress call added a "who-dun-it?"-- some pots, flowering bushes, and trimed branches [awaiting carving and whittlin' for various artsy-fartsy schtuffs] were spread all across the yard-- not of their own accord, them being inanimate objects...
Deer? 'Coons?? Feral Kitties?!?
The neighbors' dogs were immediate suspects, and proved culprits. Whilst Flower stood on [one of] their porch[es], trying to wax kind, the pooches [one staying at the others' yard for a canine slumber party (apparently a regular thingie with the two bastards) {hey, I'm with Clinton for once: "don't ask..."}] shot out of an open backyard fence. I immediately branded open pocket knife and gave verbal warning, having enough shiite for the hour. The neighbor took note, profusely apologizing. [Yeah? Apologive me four bucks for some lettuce, wouldja?!!?]
Anyhow, I finished right about dusk with some transplanting to a better soil-based medium than I'd previously tried [cloying and compaction resulted in the need for peat moss and vermiculite to be added to the mix].
Right about three minutes after that, I seem incoherent.I'z tarred. I'z goin' to the arms of Morpheus, folks...
[Put strawberries and cucumbers 'neath the mailbox trellis this eve...]
[A hand-made trellis, from tree trimmings and yarn, put to the peas...]
Slainte.
Cygnus
25 March 2010
Because It's What I Wanted To Do!!!
So... I Spent The Day In The Garden
I double-dug another bed today..>
No, it don't have nothing to do with my twins fantasy... I'm talking about the 'creating soil' method developed-- or at least touted loud-- by Jon Jeavons.
The premise is grow all your veggies and fruits not in traditional rows-- thus wasting space with hilling-- but planting seedlings close together after giving ROOTS an extra head-start.
I have two comments:
A: It IS a VERY labor-intensive process. [Umn... No, thank you, Mr. President; I just paid my health care premium-- in BACK-BREAKING LABOR!!!] And next...
Hell... I forgot. But I think I was gonna say that I can see the roots growing easily to the depths in three months with this work that they would have otherwise taken a few years to attain of their own ground-breaking accord.
I love the peace being out in the garden brings. Even more so, I love walking in to the kitchen at the end of the day, hand full of dinner from seeds sewn by hand some sunny days prior...
I love the suntan; the bees flying about hunting insects visiting the compost pile bringing the front water drainage down this way to water...
I LOVE LIFE, Folks!!!
Thanks, Uncle Hermit, for the holler-out on this, my day of birth.
And thanks to all the Forces That Be for making it a beyond-beautiful one, for giving me time to play in the sun...
Salinte, Folks!
Cygnus
I double-dug another bed today..>
No, it don't have nothing to do with my twins fantasy... I'm talking about the 'creating soil' method developed-- or at least touted loud-- by Jon Jeavons.
The premise is grow all your veggies and fruits not in traditional rows-- thus wasting space with hilling-- but planting seedlings close together after giving ROOTS an extra head-start.
I have two comments:
A: It IS a VERY labor-intensive process. [Umn... No, thank you, Mr. President; I just paid my health care premium-- in BACK-BREAKING LABOR!!!] And next...
Hell... I forgot. But I think I was gonna say that I can see the roots growing easily to the depths in three months with this work that they would have otherwise taken a few years to attain of their own ground-breaking accord.
I love the peace being out in the garden brings. Even more so, I love walking in to the kitchen at the end of the day, hand full of dinner from seeds sewn by hand some sunny days prior...
I love the suntan; the bees flying about hunting insects visiting the compost pile bringing the front water drainage down this way to water...I LOVE LIFE, Folks!!!
Thanks, Uncle Hermit, for the holler-out on this, my day of birth.
And thanks to all the Forces That Be for making it a beyond-beautiful one, for giving me time to play in the sun...
Salinte, Folks!
Cygnus
23 March 2010
This Day In History
Isn't it ironic that the same day on the calendar that Patrick Henry says "Give me liberty, or give me death!", Adolf Hitler became dictator of Germany?
Slainte folks.
Cygnus
Slainte folks.
Cygnus
19 March 2010
Just Words...
And Sounds.
Taking a bucket of compost out tonight, I hear the coyote on the distant ridge.
Slow, deep-ish, near bark-like the first set-- almost like a large breed of dog, maybe a distant neighbor. But then another in the triad, higher pitch.
Then the third, removing all doubt.
Two nights ago this presence announced itself--much closer to our back stairstep, thank you-- 'midst our human conversation.
I went back out as soon as I could grab my herb pipe, hoping to toke whilst listening to the choral. Alas, only the neighborhood dogs seemed to have any current ear... But, the stars were out.
Mars is strong in the early morning sky. Seems befitting, what with Aries coming up astrologically and Mars astronomically current, high and strong in the early morning hours.
So I listen to the sounds. The song of the coyote, the Trickster, yes, still ringing in my ear. And the silence filled with an owl in the distance, and of insects coming alive and of the sky trying to stretch up and out and burst forth from the very night it must needs...
Even now, as This Strange Bird heads to bed, another in the woods is as well confused by this whole daylight savings thing, singing lone away...
Salinte, folks.
Cygnus
Taking a bucket of compost out tonight, I hear the coyote on the distant ridge.
Slow, deep-ish, near bark-like the first set-- almost like a large breed of dog, maybe a distant neighbor. But then another in the triad, higher pitch.
Then the third, removing all doubt.
Two nights ago this presence announced itself--much closer to our back stairstep, thank you-- 'midst our human conversation.
I went back out as soon as I could grab my herb pipe, hoping to toke whilst listening to the choral. Alas, only the neighborhood dogs seemed to have any current ear... But, the stars were out.
Mars is strong in the early morning sky. Seems befitting, what with Aries coming up astrologically and Mars astronomically current, high and strong in the early morning hours.
So I listen to the sounds. The song of the coyote, the Trickster, yes, still ringing in my ear. And the silence filled with an owl in the distance, and of insects coming alive and of the sky trying to stretch up and out and burst forth from the very night it must needs...
Even now, as This Strange Bird heads to bed, another in the woods is as well confused by this whole daylight savings thing, singing lone away...
Salinte, folks.
Cygnus
17 March 2010
Three-Day Run
I've Been Taking Photos, Folks...
I know-- surprise there! But really...
Look how the treeline's been blooming this last week or so...
Slainte, folks!!!
Cygnus
I know-- surprise there! But really...
Look how the treeline's been blooming this last week or so...
Slainte, folks!!!
Cygnus
16 March 2010
Compost, Burn, Reuse, Recycle
I was honored with a Guest-authorship, on THIS BLOG, on the title subject.
Hope you follow, read, and enjoy, Folks!
Salinte!
Cygnus
Hope you follow, read, and enjoy, Folks!
Salinte!
Cygnus
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