It’s About Time!

March 27, 2006

Gosh! It’s been ages since I updated! So I know ther isn’t a huge devoted folowing here, but for the random peekers-in, here’s all the news that is the news.

I’ve been a slacker on my garden boxes, which is just as well since we had snow the other day. Snow!!! It’s spring! there should be no more snow. So says I.

Beautiful boy is not feeling well at all. He had a stomach bug and have no idea where he caught it. The result though, is that nobody in our house got any sleep at all last night and I’ve washed all the bedding twice!

And in writing news–my current WIP, a YA novel, has a 20,000 word count! That’s 20% of a novel folks. That’s not too shabby 🙂

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My mother and I went to the garden show today. Our city puts on a pretty spectacular show every year and we just love it. We wait for the ads to come on TV and call each other when we see the first one. Its a breath of spring early. when everything outside is still dead and brown, inside the Garden show the flowers are in full bloom, the trees are covered in blossoms, and the coi swim happily in their water features. The scent of Hyacinths is heady and dizzying in that pleasant, warm fresh way that they have.

But this year there was one highly disappointing problem. Three of the five main displays were NOT handicapped accessible. My mother is in a wheelchair so we were unable to see more than half of the gardens. In past years, while it has been tricky to get the wheelchair into the gardens, it has been possible. This year it wasn’t even possible. Very disappointing. We paid the same entry fee as everyone else, we should have been able to see all the displays. There were several other people in wheelchairs at the show, and they must have been just as disapointed as we were.
I wrote the chairperson, and she responded saying they’ll discuss the problem at the next board meeting. I plan to follow up. I get really defensive of my mom and other people I love. It’s bad enough that half the time people don’t notice her wheelchair and just stand around in the way like she isn’t even there. I want to shout ugly things at them, and shove them out of the way. Or maybe throw something at them. I have resisted the urge, thus far.
People do the same to children, not even noticing their presence till the child makes enough noise. The difference is a three foot tall child can duck through the crowd to see the sights, where as a woman in a wheelshair cannot.
Pay attention people! Open your eyes and see what is around you and if you can help someone by stepping back, do it!
Don’t even get me started on non-handicapped people parking in handicapped spots! or using the handicapped stall in a public Bathroom! I have really ugly things to say about that.

Beautiful Days

March 1, 2006

The weather has been absolutly georgeous the past two days and we’re in for more of the same tomorrow. It’s hard, on a glorious day, to make myself buckle down and get busy. I wrote a whopping 2 paragraphs today. But I also played outside in the lovely warm sunshine with my darling son. His favorite thing in the world right now is his tricycle, which he scoots along on, at speeds too fast for his mama’s peace of mind, ignoring the pedals completely, and laughing like a loon. He is so sooooooo cute! I can say that without conceit, becuase I had nothing to do with how adorably cute he is. 🙂
Tomorrow we go to the local nature center in the morning and in the afternoon I get to break out the power tools! I’m building raised bed boxes for my garden. Super fun!

Well artsymommachic, there really is no such thing as a black or brown thumb. There is neglect and lack of information. But here is the magic–you want your plants to grow and they want to grow too! Think back to middle school science–one of the characteristics of all living things is reproduction. For many living things, reproduction is the primary goal and once it has been achieved, death follows. Many plants are like this, and that is very good for us! See, we want beautiful flowers and tasty fruits, and for plants, that is their whole goal in life. So really we are allies. You and your plants are both working toward the same goal.
I love plants that produce food. I expect my plants to earn their keep. Plus I think it is fantastic when you can put a tiny seed into the ground, give it dirt and water and sun, and it gives you a meal–miraculous!

I love tomatoes for container gardens. They are low maintenance, grow fast, and have a high yield. Tomatoes are very willing, determined plants. More than once I’ve found volunteer tomatoes growing in the compost pile! If you don’t plan to can or make sauces from your tomatoes then a cherry or yellow pear tomato is very nice for summer salads, or–my favorite way to eat them–popped into your mouth fresh off the vine still warm from the sun!

If you start from seed plant two or three, seed per pot then thin to the stronget seedling after thier first real leaves come in.

People with “black thumbs” usually have a water problem more than anything else. I bet you either over or under water. There are a few rules of thumb so you don’t drown your plant. You can A) water from the bottom. pour the water into the saucer under the pot, if the soil soaks up all the water quickly, add more to the bottom, till there is only a little standing in the base. or B) water from the top, wait till all the water soaks in. If the pot drains any water into the base you’ve watered enough.
Your plant needs water when the soil on top is dry to the touch. In summer, a potted plant–like the tomato I know you’re dying to plant–will want a drink once a day, twice in the hottest times. Water in the morning and evening, and don’t wet the leaves in the morning. Wetting the leaves in hot sunlight can burn your plant.
I really like Miracle Grow potting soil for container gardening. I’m not good at feeding my potted plants, so having an enriched soil makes all the difference.
You don’t need any special pots though, a tomato will grow happily in an old boot if it has proper drainage.
Plant some thing this year–your kids will love it and your heart will feel happy!

Inch by Inch . . .

February 26, 2006

Yesterday my first crocus poked his happy, sunny, little face up out of the earth. He smiled at me and whispered a secret. “Spring. Spring.” It’s coming!! My favorite season of all. Oh, I love this time of year. The days are starting to warm up and soon, so soon it will surprise us . . . SPRING! My garden is planned, my seeds are waiting patiently. It’s almost time to get dirty!
With all the ugliness in the world sometimes I feel like we should all take a page from “Candide”, and just go till our gardens! Everything looks better after hard days work in the garden.

Will you have a garden this year? Even a single tomato plant in a flower pot on a balcony can be a garden.

Every year about this time I start to hum. I can’t help it. I hum The Garden Song by David Mallett

Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
Someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below
‘Til the rain comes tumbling down

Pulling weeds and pickin’ stones
Man is made from dreams and bones
Feel the need to grow my own
‘Cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature’s chain
To my body and my brain
To the music from the land

Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
Someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below
‘Til the rain comes tumbling down

Plant your rows straight and long
Thicker than with pray’r and song
Mother Earth will make you strong
If you give her love and care
Old crow watchin’ hungrily
From his perch in yonder tree
In my garden I’m as free
As that feathered thief up there

Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
Someone bless the seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below
‘Til the rain comes tumbling down

‘Til the rain comes tumbling down