I’m not too good at sharing personal insight into my life, so here goes. Almost 3 years ago I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, an invisible chronic pain condition. I like to tell myself it’s not a big deal, and anything I put my mind to I can accomplish with or without this condition. For the most part that statement is true. I thought a lot about why I wanted to share this about me, what it has to do with gardening, and what I hope that this post accomplishes. Continue reading
Had a beautiful little visitor the other day. This butterfly’s wings were a little tattered, but she seemed very happy on the zinnias. I always wonder where they have travelled from to happen upon my flowers. If only they could chat tales of their adventures while they stop by for a snack, right?!
Just harvested some early carrots While a couple of them were an okay size, many were small or nonexistent. I mean don’t get me wrong, the small ones are still delicious, but where did I go wrong?
You see I have a problem with thinning seedlings. I know I do, and this carrot half-fail made it super apparent. For those of you who don’t know, thinning refers to pulling out unwanted seedlings to make more growable space for those seedlings left behind.
I just can’t bring myself do it properly. Mainly because it feels wrong to rip out perfectly good plants that could amount to something delicious.
I thinned these carrots earlier this season, but sadly not enough. I still have Yellowstone and Cosmic Purple carrots growing. I’m not sure if it’s too late to thin those more, but I’m thinking its worth a shot.
So without further ado, here’s what 90 days in the ground yields.
This year’s garden has been all about trying new techniques, veggie varieties, and not being discouraged by your typical gardening fails. With that said, I embarked on the adventure of growing potatoes…in containers. After much internal debate, and scouring the web for directions on “How to grow potatoes?,” I figured I’d take my chances and try growing them in containers. Continue reading