Wee Daffodils With No Name

(Via An Iowa Garden)

Posted by admin to Uncategorized on 2008-02-02, 22:19:00



I love wee daffodils in early spring... the trouble is, they've all lost their wee labels, so I can't tell you their names.
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picture taken last March
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Wee Daffodils With No Name

(Via An Iowa Garden)

Posted by admin to Uncategorized on 2008-02-02, 22:19:00



I love wee daffodils in early spring... the trouble is, they've all lost their wee labels, so I can't tell you their names.
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picture taken last March
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Gardening Question of the Day for Sunday, February 3, 2008

(Via Gardening Question of the Day (from the Old Farmer's Almanac))

Posted by admin to Uncategorized on 2008-02-02, 20:00:00

What time of year do you graft pecan trees? (answer).

From The Old Farmer's Almanac.

Have you finished your homework?

(Via Idaho Gardener)

Posted by admin to Journal entries on 2008-02-02, 14:03:58

Me neither. Just thought I would ask. I still have a couple of months to get things in order around here. I thought I would share with you my lofty and goofy-ass goals for the 2008 gardening year.

~find a place to put the hot tub bargain I couldn’t pass up a year ago. Yes, you read that correctly. A hot tub. A bargain. And while you are laughing yourself silly, just go ahead and keep it up. It is NOT like I can put it in the closet (like those stoopid yellow driving mocs I had to buy on sale cuz they were so comfortable and an unusual color and so unusual I feel goofy wearing them). Imagine the darling husband’s reaction to a hot tub bargain. Uh-huh. But it came with a couple of years worth of water treatment supplies.

~get a crane to install the 17 tons of sandstone steps I so lusted after, ordered and paid for. Alright, maybe its not 17 tons, but it is more than 5 tons and they are gorgeous and I wonder just how that is going to come together?

~I ordered $50 worth of seeds this week. I promise to share. Three kinds of heirloom tomatoes, Russian blacks. A gazillion varieties of warty and funky shaped and colored squash. And some zinnia seeds.

I am exhausted just writing about the first three things that came to mind. Think a nap is in order.

TO BE CONTINUED………………….

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Have you finished your homework?

Garden Tool Organizers

(Via Home and Family: Gardening Articles from EzineArticles.com)

Posted by admin to Uncategorized on 2008-02-02, 13:25:51

Are you tired of wearing yourself out by walking back and forth to your tool shed or the garage looking for your gardening tools that are no where to be found because they are so unorganized ? If you are then a garden tool organizer is a must have for your storage space. Garden tool organizers come in a variety of sizes and shapes, some a re mobile making them easily transportable from one spot to another with very little effort.

Nothing Left to Believe In?

(Via grow this)

Posted by admin to Walt Whitman, pear ginger salad on 2008-02-02, 10:44:00

“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – and have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear… what remains? Nature remains.”
Walt Whitman

The other day, I harvested my first crop of the year: mixed greens, some broccoli florets. I augmented with some nasturtium flowers, some mint, sage and thyme. The whole time I was wandering around the yard with my salad washing bowl and scissors, I was hunting for edibe stuff as I greeted pots and plants I hadn’t seen in the past week or more. What a refreshing harvest.

I’ve reached an age when my passions are starting to harden into clichés: I believe it, therefore it is true. A world view that is neither reciprocal nor compassionate. So, I’m about there, cowering beneath the last shreds of my denial stage, and harvesting lettuce. I may be slower, but at least I’m wiser. I may have Alzheimer’s but then on the bright side, at least I don’t have Alzheimer’s. I’ve become my own cliché: an opinionated, 60-something, Grumpy Gus.

How did I get here? Well, there I was, retired at the ripe old age of 56, so I’d have some time to grow up before I died. It was pretty cool in ‘03, and remains moderately fresh to this day. Now, I can do what I want to do. For why I want to do it. Felt like being 12 and getting an adult library card: grown-up life awaited.

Then, as I added crumbled blue cheese, grated fresh ginger, and a sliced (store-bought) pear, like that Frisbee that comes closer, and closer - it hits me! I’m going to get old now, and I’m going to become acquainted, if not with sorrow, then with sorrow’s mother: death. And did I mention that upon reluctantly awakening in this time period a few years back, my luggage was lost: my faith? So, here I am getting old without the consolation of anticipating that reunion picnic with loved ones on a puffy cloud.

So here I am at the station, only to find no one is here to meet me. It’s a dead end. I added some glazed pecans to the salad. This is the season of the year when I have a sweet tooth. Compensation for loss of faith?

As I enjoyed what can only be described as salad heaven, I glanced at the clock to see how close my meal came to lunchtime. The clock said that any minute now, the people I love and care for will get even older than me. It’s like I retired and was dreaming blissfully on the beach as the tide rose. Waves started to crash over my chest. Our new god Science hasn’t quite figured out how to make our bodies young again.

But such a fresh and nutritious lunch fired up my brain. I realized that while I may be in the last generation facing unconditional surrender to physical degeneration of age, mine is probably the first generation who have an option not to surrender to the mental degeneration. That part is optional.

So, here’s the plan. I plan to live out my life span and remain alive to the last sunrise I’ll ever see from earth, and then I’ll lay down and die a happy death. Possibly after enjoying a fresh salad I grew from seeds. Belief in that is stronger in my soul than the faith I lost, with it’s false promises and sweet lies.

Today, I’m no longer waiting for my real life to begin. Man, that was a good salad!

Mystery Red Bulbs

(Via Snappy's Gardens Blog)

Posted by admin to mystery plant on 2008-02-02, 07:35:00


Poking out through the soil beneath the Viburnum are these red bulbs? I dug one up and washed it to reveal a woody orange rhizome with roots and many growing points where these red leaves grow upwards.
Do you know what it is? A garden mystery is best shared and hopefully solved.
The leaves were used for technicolour effect to highlight the red stem/s?

Snow In The Morning

(Via Snappy's Gardens Blog)

Posted by admin to mystery plant, seeds, snow on 2008-02-02, 06:56:00




I woke up early this morning and came downstairs to see the Snow falling. It was freezing, but I love snow. There is a magic in how the white snow flakes once they settle give everything an ethereal glow. It brings into focus Trees and Shrubs which blend into the soil normally.
I took photos and watched it melt away. The birds were busy eating their hearty breakfasts to warm up. All the birds that visit look well fed, with bright feathers. The bird table and feeders have kept their fat reserves up.
I saw a house sparrow this morning before the sun was fully risen moving around the plants under the Viburnum.I think that this female house sparrow may be the mystery bather who splashes all the water out of the green bowl.
Inside lots of seeds are germinating. Poppies, Alternanthera, Basil, Cerinthe, Evening Primrose, and Heliotrope Marine.
The Mystery bulbs are in the top photo.There were about eighty of them in the soil beneath all the brambles and weeds. About twenty are planted just to see what they are.
There are more mystery bulbs in the big blue pot. One is a grape hyacinth, as the partially developed grape buds were uncovered by the rain.
There is also one more mystery plant which I dug up to investigate. It has a fleshy rhizome like wood that is putting up red bulbs around the Viburnum.I will blog it after this as a question to see if people recognise it. Is it a garden plant or a weed?
It will rain tomorow so I'm glad I got up early to enjoy the morning snow.

More top plants from local garden designers

(Via OregonLive.com: Dig in with Kym)

Posted by admin to photos on 2008-02-02, 06:00:00

In Thursday's HGNW, we featured some of the Top 3 plants of more than a dozen local garden designers -- all of them members of the Association of Professional Landscape Designers. Limited room kept us from running as many as...

What was your best plant bargain?

(Via Gardening Tips 'n' Ideas)

Posted by admin to plants on 2008-02-02, 04:57:06

marjoram-plants.jpg I, like most gardeners I know, love a bargain. A desired plant is oft kept from being bought because of its price tag or the condition its in. Yet, when you stumble across that plant and its being offered for far less than you anticipated you're quick to part with the cash hoping the vendor doesn't realise their mistake.

Today was one of those days. It wasn't a great bargain, as bargains go, but it was a good one. I decided to take the kids to one of the local Saturday morning markets and after perusing all that was on offer felt tempted back to the Herb seller.

On offer were some 100mm pots of marjoram, a herb I've been desiring for some time. The price - $3. Not bad when you consider the local big box stores sell them for $4.95 each. I knew I had three dollars left but wasn't sure I wanted to part with it here without picking up the Saturday paper.

Yet fate tempted me as I drove past the stall on my way out, so I stopped and asked my daughter to quickly dash off and grab me one of the pots. To my excitement, she returned with 2 containers of this wonderful herb exclaiming her win as loud as a crow barking their victory over a piece of roadkill. Suddenly the sense of urgency came over me in much the same way as a mafia gangster would feel after a drive-by shooting.

I took off before she had time to close the door and picked up speed careering between cars until I felt safe to ask any questions.

Apparently, the marjoram wasn't a big seller and so she had given us two in order to clear her stall. It was a win-win! My heart rate could finally subside.

I do enjoy a good bargain.

So, what was your last plant bargain? And how did you come by it? Tell your story in the comments or write a post about it, if you have a blog. Love to hear it.