The Weed/Rake Connection

October 5, 2008

It’s been a cold indoor work day down here. I’ve got a stack of student papers in front of me, a pot of chili on the stove, and a sleeping dog at my feet. I could finish the papers, I could make the cornbread, I could let sleeping dogs lie. But the sun is out and I do believe it’s warmer outside than in. I say it’s time to rally and go attack my dead flower beds and leaf-speckled lawn.

Sundays usually means work for those of us in the teaching profession: reading, prepping, grading.  But sometimes you gotta let Sundays be true to their nature.

And today is one of those rare and beautiful Sundays. I’m calling it and heading out!


Summer’s End

August 31, 2008

It’s been a while since I paid much attention to my garden.  The chard is prolific, the lettuce is history, and the broccoli….well, the broccoli has beautiful lush leaves and not much else.

The majority of my heirloom tomato plants withered and died.  And the one promising-sized tomato was carried off by a band of squirrels. So I’m left with my scattered cherry tomato forest which somehow manages to produce enough to eat a handful every day.   The last day of summer and it’s a day of mowing, weeding, and cleaning.


A Return to the Garden

August 16, 2008

My once thriving garden has been a wee bit neglected as of late. So Daisy and I headed in to weed, poke around, pick what we could, and dig up some stubborn old roots. We’ve got a little digger on our hands. Should come in real handy next spring when I’m getting ready to prepare the ground.

Sorry to be such an obsessed new doggy momma, but I can’t seem to help myself!


For the Love of Peonies

June 8, 2008

All I managed to do with the peonies last fall was cut them back and then put a little cage over them this spring. But apparently, that was enough!


BunnyLounger

June 4, 2008

I glanced out the upstairs window yesterday evening and spotted Ruth in the yard.  At first I couldn’t figure out what whe was doing–she wasn’t bunched up and crouching.  She was, um, relaxing. She was lounging like a satisfied cat. And she was right outside my back door. Clearly she feels at home here.


Back To The Garden!

June 2, 2008

It’s both exciting and humbling to see what happens to your garden when you’re away for a week. My scallions, radishes, spinach, beets, chard, and baby lettuces look great. And the rabbit-proof fence is working like a charm. Yesterday I glanced out the window and saw Ruth (the bunny) sitting with her face pressed up against the chicken-wire fence.  Success!

I put in my tomatoes and peppers and even rigged up the protective blanket for them using green twine and found stakes. Then I planted the Red Russian kale and broccoli. It feels kind of like playing the slot machines (not that I’ve ever actually done that) by planting tiny seeds, covering them with soil, and hoping they grow.  It’s just a continuation of that second-grade science experiment involving sweet peas in styrofoam cups.

It finally feels like summer: I’ve got a growing “To Do” list that includes life maintenance chores (renew licences), a bunch of painting projects,  and a trip to the library to stock up on summer reading. I’ve been reading Easter Everywhere:A Memoir, but found it a bit uneven. I just ordered a used copy of The Tenth Muse: My Life in Food. Because let’s face it–summer reading means food reading.


Daily Bunny

May 21, 2008

I’ve been thinking about getting a pet–maybe a dog, maybe a cat– but now that I have a daily visit from Ruth, I may not need to.  Every morning the little brown bunny is somewhere in my backyard and she’s not afraid of me (first thing in the morning–me with bedhead, sweatpants, and rubber clogs–I’d run!). We even have a routine. I bang on the window, she freezes in her tracks, and I try to chase her away. She has huge black eyes, a twitching nose, and mottled brown fur. She can’t access any of my garden greens, so what is she eating? She’s clearly responsible for leveling all my April daffodils and crocuses, but I can’t figure out what she’s after now. Mint? My baby basil? Sonovabitch. She’s after my basil…