Living today for tomorrow's generation
I had higher hopes of a more interesting post, but a bug hit our house and now I am toast.
Sniffles and coughs and fevers run wild, making both son and I feel like a child.
Hopefully I’ll bring a more fun post tomorrow, even if it’s someone else’s energy I borrow.
Kate
C is for Crazy Containers! (Think outside the pot!)
As we think about container gardens, we usually think “pots”. But I hope to inspire you to give it a little more thought.
All of the pictures that you will see, were found on the web, but I’ve gathered them up for thee, and Barb and Jim and Deb.
So search out your closets, your attics, your Grammy’s, for anything could work as a “pot”, even a bra or jammies!?
Hanging Basket Herb Garden
Garden In a Bucket
DIY Rain Boots Garden On A Fence
Wine Crates
Bathtub Garden
Pallet Vertical Garden
Galvanized Containers
Wagon Fairy Garden
Suitcase Garden
Container Garden for the Fashion Conscious
Bra Garden
So there you have it, have you been inspired?
You’re next, what will you do? What will you find that’s been retired?
Kate
B is for Brussel Sprouts. Aack! Spit! Gag! Puke!
“Are you kidding me? I’d rather have a cuke!”
I know you may not believe this for neither did I, until I learned the secret of how, and when, to buy.
Brussel sprouts are delicious, steamed, with a little sea salt and olive oil. And they’re super nutritious, but please don’t allow them to boil!
Now you’ll think I’m a trickster, a swindler, a fool. But I’m telling the truth, for I hated ’em in school.
And it wasn’t just there, it was at home on the table. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t eat ’em, wasn’t able.
The were mushy and bitter and caused instant gag reflexes. I was sure it was punishment. “I’m moving to Texas.”
So many years later while talking to Mom, she convinced me to try ’em. “They’re awesome! They’re the bomb!”
So what’s different now than so many years ago? Frost is the key. If they’re not purple, let ’em go!
What? You might ask. But brussel sprouts are green! Are these a special kind? No they’re not. You will see.
As the warm weather fades and cause night temps to fall, the brussel sprouts will be standing nearly three feet tall.
And so at this point, Jack Frost will also visit, six or seven times and the purple he’ll bring with it.
He will leave slight tinges on the tips of the leaves, signaling to us that it’s time, but only if you perceive.
This purple, this color, is a sign from above that the starch is now sweet and sprouts you will love!
So save a row, or a corner, in your garden bed. And if you can’t, or you won’t, then hit the Farmer’s Market instead.
Just remember, don’t forget. Grab ’em purple, not green. And if you try ’em, when they’re fresh, you will like ’em you will see!
Kate
A is for April. April 1 to be exact. While others may be joking I bring you a fact.
On April 1 there’s something important to be done, in the garden that is, and it can be quite fun.
So don your gloves, sharpen your shears and protect your fingers or I fear these things we call grasses will have you in tears.
See today is the day or around this day near, that you must cut your grasses, the ornamentals, my dear.
For now is the time that they begin to grow and we must cut them back because these you can’t mow.
Grab some twine and wrap it tight, then with all of your might, take your loppers or your trimmers or your sharpest garden shears and cut them all down to six inches or near.
You must do it now, you must do it soon, for if you don’t, your grasses will look much like a goon.
When you’re done, please don’t waste, that’s good stuff for your compost. (Or your pathways or your mulch pile or an alternate host.)
So get out there! Go to it! Get them cut! Then relax. Because this season is just beginning, it’s one of the last times to kick back.
Kate
Walnuts n Pears 