It's May and I don't like it. I don't like this whole "passage of time" schtick and I won't allow it. Time seems to keep moving on despite my feelings on the matter- so here's a random assortment of stuff that I've been doing in April that I've only got to posting about now. (Unfortunately … Continue reading Captain’s log: Stuff that happened in April 2021
Old cucumber seed, new cucumber growing method
Trying out new things in the garden is a necessity year after year. A soil blend you like might be out of stock or reformulated badly, so you have to give something else a try. Last year your favorite tomato really beefed it and got ultra blighty or aphidy and you now know sun-gold is … Continue reading Old cucumber seed, new cucumber growing method
Buddy aloe gets a new home
Buddy aloe has patiently and diligently waited out the winter, putting out more and more pups and just begging for attention. While also becoming a one succulent spider factory. He got more than a little root-bound, and needs a new pot pronto. Of course as he'd also become home to a veritable internet of spiders, … Continue reading Buddy aloe gets a new home
Operation kale lift is a go!
So as I try to dig my garden out of the doldrums and into spring planting, I'm running into the usual problems of time and space and weather. But I'm also finding some surprising success stories. This bed was almost totally harvested and left fallow for potatoes- but one surprise plant clearly was surviving and … Continue reading Operation kale lift is a go!
Righting the ship. Playing the part of the ship in this metaphor, is a top heavy tree collard.
We had a doozy of a late winter/early spring out here, alternating between sporadic rain, gusting winds, random days of near 85 degree temperature, and amusingly, hailstones tearing chunks through leafy greens and windshields alike. The windstorms were the worst of the bunch- as they always are, and once again my way-too-big-for-his-own-pot tree collard decided … Continue reading Righting the ship. Playing the part of the ship in this metaphor, is a top heavy tree collard.





