So much work, so much produce, so many happy memories, so much sweat, so much dirt, so many smiles, and new friends and new knowledge.
Yes, we got a lot out of this garden. A good harvest, indeed.
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Category Archives: Glimpses
Friend or Foe?
Lately there have been grasshoppers. Everywhere. In the garden.
(Copulating, even!)
Bryant chucks them over the fence, but I just can’t bring myself to do so. I think they’re precious.
As precious as the quail who eat our freshly-planted seeds.
Nature may be brutal, but I leave the pest removal up to my fellow librarians/gardeners and charge myself with documentation.
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Color Shift
Library Salsa Party
Last Sunday we had a Salsa Party in a backyard near our garden, to show all our librarian pals what we’ve been up to AND show off our salsa-making skills.
From Dirt, to Hand, to Mouth
Things We Are Currently Enjoying, Fresh from the Garden:
Zucchini for Days
Sunday, July 15th, 2012
…plus crookneck squash, cilantro, red and white chard, young serrano peppers (not as hot as their mature counterparts), anaheim peppers, onion greens, and a single green bean.
What a harvest!
The cilantro is starting to bolt–see the little flowers? That means it needs to be harvested and consumed ASAP, before it goes to seed. Some of the chard is trying to bolt, as well, possibly due to the hot dry spell we “enjoyed” a week or so ago.
This current mild and cloudy weather, however, is perfect for gardening.
Look for upcoming posts on what to do with all the zucchini!
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Growing Up
Monday, July 2nd, 2012
Our garden looks like this now!!! So organized, and with room to grow. For a better frame of reference, you can look back to when it looked like this.
We’ve come a long way, baby.
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New Life
Wednesday, May 30th, 2012
We’ve got a garden! Seedlings, sprouts, buds…everything is new life–fragile and delicate.
And the weather has not yet gotten very hot or dry, which bodes well. Fingers crossed.
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition,
out of hopeful green stuff woven.
–Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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