How My Garden Grows

The season has already begun!  Where is the time going? Already, things are on the grow!  My attempts at vegetable gardening previously (barring the undead cabbage event) have been pretty pitiful as I neglect them when they need care most.  Also considering how the bumblebee was just put onto the endangered species list, I plan…

Garden Survivors!

It’s such a lovely day out, I decided to go weed my neglected garden and get ready to start again.  Stores are starting to stock seeds and potting soil, Lily has resumed growing, and things from last year are still sprouting.  I have one garlic (I think that’s what was last planted there) sprout, my…

Garden Upheaval 

It’s been a while since I properly tended my poor garden.  I’ve been out and about most of the time (very unusual for me) and I won’t lie that I’ve neglected the poor space.  So today I trimmed Lily (the yellow rose bush) back, pulled up weeds, chopped down the recurring tree-thing by the fence,…

Garden Sprouts

As I mentioned before, some of my precious little plants died because I went away for a week and forgot to water them.  It’s like they’re living things or something.  Sheesh. At this time, my survivors do seem to be doing beautifully.  My potato plants have gone MAD with power, I haven’t killed either of…

DIY Wine-bottle Plant Feeders

Saw something cute on Facebook/Pinterest (that’s right, I’ve started on Pinterest, God help the outcasts) and I’ve been hoarding Rysa’s empty wine bottles for some time now for some future project, so here I go! The steps are simple, but I’ve altered them to fit what I had on hand. 1) Take an (empty) wine bottle….

Garden Sprouts

While I am still mourning the loss of my radishes and mint plant, I have great news on my potatoes, aloe vera, and new okra sprouts! I know the potatoes are in there tight and I have only a hope that they will survive to produce potatoes in their limited space, but they seem to…

Garden Deaths (eek!)

Last week, as I previously posted, I went out of town to visit my family for various celebrations.  It didn’t occur to me that seven days with my family would mean seven days without water for my poor garden.  (Rysa was out of town for it, too.)  I’m watering them as best as I can…