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Anyone can plant straight rows

I figure I owe you a good, photo-packed post after the long ramble that was my last one.  Let’s take a walk in the garden, shall we?

The beans have popped up and are so pretty.  I’ve planted all of the bush beans, but still need to fix the supports for the pole beans and get them in.  The way I see it, anyone can plant in perfectly straight rows, so why would I want to do that?  I’m so awesome I even manage to plant crooked rows when using a length of twine as a guide.  So I don’t do that anymore.  🙂  I’m going for the wild, natural look.  Ha!


It’s squash ba-by!  Woo Hoo!!  If you’re wondering what the heck the cage is for, it’s a little “basket” we made to save the main root and stem from the mole/vole invasion that occurred last year.  I had the biggest, most beautiful squash and zucchini plants, until one by one they died.  I’d pick them up and find the root missing and a big ‘ole hole under the dying plant.  It was so sad.  The micro-destroyers took out a lot of my garden, as a matter-of-fact.  It’s war this year!


Poor Rosita!  She’s not too thrilled with life outdoors quite yet.  A slug fell for her and nibbled her pretty leaves before I caught him.  I’m hoping she’ll find happiness soon and start sinking her roots deep.


Tomatoes are going in.  Things just got real people.


Some romaine in the garlic patch.  See what I mean?  Straight rows are totally for amateurs.  (Woo Hoo!  I spelled it right the first time!!!  I’m a TERRIBLE speller and was sure that nasty red you’re-wrong-you-stupid-idiot line would appear under amateurs as soon as I hit the space bar.  Nope.  I’m rockstar awesome today!  Dang.  Is it rock star then?  Crap).


How in the heck did I get a head of Speckles Butterhead Lettuce growing out of the compost pile?  The tomatoes I understand, because a ton of tomatoes made the compost bin after the rotten scoundrel squirrels took bites out of them.  But the lettuce?  No clue.  It’s lookin’ good though.  I see a yummy salad in my future.


So I dug up a bunch of wild blackberries and raspberries and put them in the garden last year.  I know.  I know.  You’re not supposed to do that.  You’re supposed to buy the good, reliable ones if you want fruit.  I ran out of garden cash, so I thought I’d give it a try.  I didn’t get any berries, so yeah, I told you so is appropriate.  If I get a lot of nothin’ this year I’ll be doing a lot of painful pulling and digging to get rid of them.  There are tons of flowers…


Strawberries are going strong.  We’ve only been able to pick one so far, but look at all the berries they are cranking out!


I wish I could have captured just how juicy this was.  In “Back to Eden” they mention and show how water-filled Paul’s fruits and vegetables are.  I won’t have anything like his for quite some time, but if this is any indication, wow!


Happy Dance!  Happy Dance!  We have baby peaches!


Yep.  I dug up some dandelions, potted them up and am taking care of them.  I need to find a bigger pot and put them all in it soon too.  Their roots are CRAZY!!  Why?  We have bunnies, so I’m not only trying to grow healthy fruits and vegetables for my family, but for a couple of cute, fuzzy bunnies as well.


The only thing making me more excited than baby peaches and tons of strawberries about to ripen?  THIS:


While we are peeking into the greenhouse, here is some fennel, bronze fennel, pineapple sage, ground cherries and other assorted goodies waiting to go in the ground.  My daughter also asked if we could save a few of the volunteer tomatoes from the compost pile, so we dug up 3 and are going to see what we get.


Super awesome husband got the gutters up in the greenhouse.  🙂  I need to get something planted in them now!


This is the pup-sicle.  He was hanging out waiting for me to finish so he could go back inside.  I thought I’d introduce you, but he wouldn’t look at me.  This is the look I got after asking him if he wanted a cookie.  Love the curled lip and “huh?!?!?!  What did you say???” expression.  So everybody, this is Echo, the seriously spoiled pup-sicle.  Eater of carrots and apples and see-saws.  He doesn’t believe in straight rows either.  🙂