Thursday, February 23, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Several summers ago I started making a garden chart. Though our thoughts were, as we planted, that we surely would remember what was in each roll and where. Wouldn't we?
I marked all the plants individually with each, their own popsicle stick, dated, named. Tucked nicely near each plant. We marked each roll end with different sized sticks..painted some with permanent markered stakes. Each pepper, each tomato roll.. marked..good to go..not!!
Little did we anticipate rain...wind...sun...would slowly cause well meaning marked sticks to fade.. hmm, "was that the Black Crimson or the Black Krim? is this where we put the Purple Russian? Oh is that the Abe Lincoln or the Stupice?"
"I don't know"..were three over-used words that summer.
I take paper, pencil or pen, ruler out with me each time I transplant my plants in the garden, or spread seeds. This paper gets pretty dirty by the time I get done each time. I have one good plotted garden chart indoors, so each time I plant even if just one thing, it gets charted to the good paper that day. When I go out again, I take another scrap of paper and repeat as before.
As the garden grows, I make notes, what did well, what didn't. What I may leave off next growing season, etc.
Our biggest mystery in the garden last season began with Ed running lines for me at the far end of the garden. I couldn't plant my squash or pickling cucumbers early on, as we were having lots of rain, at in-opertune times. He thought we should try something different and not make our usual hills, he had seen where you could squeeze more in without hilling, perhaps we would get a bigger yield. I wasn't so sure I wanted to do it that way, I liked making the mounds especially for pickles. So it was no hills this time.
Ed had my lines nice and taunt, with seeds in hand, I was out to finish up plantings for that area. I kept a watchful eye anxious to see the seeds sprout. We had had quite a monsoon pour down not long after I pushed seed into the ground. Days passed...weeks....He'd ask, "are you sure you planted those seeds or just thought you planted them" .... well with all this rain...I thought maybe they got misplaced with all the water that ran through the garden..
As we lingered one evening where plants should be, I said, "I just don't understand it..I planted them here, to the right of the string, like I always do".. I think Ed's face turned a few shades at that moment.... he had tilled the rolls not long after I planted, because there were no hills to be seen, he rototilled my seeded areas...the rains washed away all evidence of his footprints... we both agreed..hills from then on!!
journal entry: 2011
I transferred all my plants from the inside grow lights to my little portable greenhouse outside. It was a tough go for several weeks, as when I started my seeds I was at the end of my seed starting soil from a local greenhouse. Being March when I began I was unaware that I could of just called and they would of gladly sold me the soil I needed. Instead I picked up a random bag at a nearby store. How careless of me. I nurtured my heirloom seeds for so many years, and chose a random soil to start their journey in this time?
I had 18 varieties of heirloom tomatoes and 12 heirloom varieties of peppers...several varieties of basil, fennell, cabbage, cilantro, stevia, parsley, borage... they struggled to grow, with transplanting it was total shock to their already tender roots.
I called finally first part of June for my favorite soil mix from Hoffman's Greenhouse. Instead of adding more shock I just mounded the perfect mix around the tops of the pots, so the nutrients could soak into the soil with each watering. I had gotten restless and impatient, so out of character for me, and had pulled quite a few of both tomatoes and pepper plants out as they looked like they were dying off...leaves were turning limp and color change..they just needed more time.
Each time I'd walk by my little house of struggling plants, I'd say "you can do it...".. soon, with the warmth of the sun smiling down on and embracing all my greens, they started growing all over inside the greenhouse..up into the eve, hanging out reaching for the sun rays..soon it looked like a little jungle in there.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Saying 40 years out loud sounds like forever.
It has been 40 years that I was in high school. Through the years by chance I might of run into an occasional classmate, a quick hello, how are you... a quick catch up. Then days would continue as usual, routines come and go.
This year was my fortieth class reunion. Felt like such a milestone! We started out our week with girlfriends coming in from out of state. Gathering for some good doses of laughter as we reminisced with our yearbooks from days gone by. Hopping from one house for breakfast, back for lunch, another house for dinner. P.J. parties. Never too old!
The weekend before we attended an all alumni. The youngest gal there was class of 1938. What was expected a measly crowd of 600 to 700 ended with nearly 3000 Berea High School alumni. Though a few streets were closed off for the event, did they not realize the whole neighborhood were alumni. We all look forward to attending again this year. Good music, good food, good times.
The night before we gathered at a local pub for snacks and catching up with old buddies from days gone by. Just over 90 wandered in. The following eve was the biggie. Over 140 plus showed this year from as far away as Hawaii. Totally awesome.
I have since reconnected with nearly a dozen old classmates. We meet up every few weeks for lunch or dinner. We want to keep it going, a few add on each time. Such fun!