Everyone is nervous about terrorists, so if you see me in the garden center and hear a ticking noise emanating from my pocket, not to worry. It’s only my kitchen timer which I’m using to motivate myself to attack my overgrown garden. It’s so attention-deprived, it has morphed into a mini jungle.
My neighbor, (I’ll call her Brenda for the sake of anonymity) is one of the best things that ever happened to me. She moved into my declining neighborhood and everything changed including my ability to grow good ole summer tomatuhs despite a severe lack of ample sun.
I have a sure-fire way of getting into the moment and converting my energy from high tech to slow-tech.
Simply shut down the computer and head to the garden or the back porch depending on the weather. Today has been as good as it gets in February.
A little pruning here, pulling up a weed there or dumping some coffee grounds in my very low tech compost pile always gives me a good feeling.
Today was practically perfect. The rain stopped, the sun returned and I spent the afternoon in two of my favorite gardens.
One of them is a West Pointer (Gloria Angle Reed at left) and she is putting finishing touches on her pumpkin display which greets guests each year. Her garden is beyond description. You have to see it for yourself. Even my photos don’t do it justice. Continue reading
I recently stumbled across this topic on the website “Stumbled Upon” and decided I will plant my indoor garden today. The story was all about growing vegetables from kitchen scraps – especially celery and green onions.