Wednesday, March 26, 2008
The Promise of Life...
I like to keep a record and photo journal of plant progress, and this (as you may have guessed) is the Popeye tray ("What do you want me to name him: Baby Oyl?"). It's simply amazing how just a little light, some dirt, and a sprinkle every now and then brings forth such bountiful food!
Of course, as I was sorting through the photos I just took and filing them away (Oops! I've said too much! You now know I'm a nerd!), I came across this beauty from last year:
Ah, my pride and joy last year! I've never really had the "green thumb" (Ho! Ho! Ho! Green Giant!) when it came to roses... Anything high-maintenance, really (Hello, 90% of my ex-friends!), and when this beauty popped up with very little coaxing from myself-- Well, this is why I garden. Breath taking!
But, being as this is my first year doing vegetables in a serious way (it's usually just flirting on my end...), this will also lead to learning how to can, make homemade sauce and homemade pickles. Grandmom Hughes would be proud!
Speaking of grandmothers and flowers, the evil one (brief history here) has decided to take all her kids out of the will because none of them sent her Easter flowers... As if the receiving of flowers were the end-all, be-all of her existence... Hmm, I'm thinking some deadly nightshade may be in order ("That's twice this month you've slipped deadly nightshade into my tea and run off--")... It's just plain rotten how some people can ruin the holidays rightfully stolen by the Catholic church, you know?
Anyway, that's all for the next few days. I have to prepare the house for family game night (minus the evil one), so I'll be too busy bringing some semblance or order to the chaos that is my home ("You gotta room for renk?!!").
Hope you all have a great weekend! (Have I mentioned lately how much I love Netflix?)