Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Gardens

We planted a garden last night. We planted raspberries, strawberries, grapes, onions, tomatoes, cilantro, brocoli, red and green peppers, cantalope, and zuchini. I'm really excited about it.

Next up, I have to plant my flower garden.

3 comments:

Jess and Jen said...

Man, you planted more variety of food than I've ever eaten! I'd like to plant a small (!) little garden next spring.

I did buy my first tomato last week. We had a ward activity and they asked for food from volunteers. After a few weeks with no one volunteering to bring tomatoes, I decided to give in and sign up for that dreaded vegetable.

It was kinda weird. I didn't know how to cut the tomato when I got it and didn't have any idea what makes a good tomato. I hope it was good for those tomato likers (aka crazy people).

Papa Doc said...

Funny! Jess didn't know how to cut a tomato! And he's about to become a "master."
Adrianne, with as many bugs as I saw out your way, you had better be ready to spray - or if you are going to do an organic kind of garden, get in touch with your county (agricultural) people and see what they suggest in the way of keeping your garden bug free. Go to the county office and get all the free literature they offer and that will help you with this great garden you have planted! I'm jealous!! I think our neighbors will plant a garden with us to the south of the pigeon loft. I'm hoping, at least. We got great tomatoes last year. Jim has trimmed all the fruit trees, thinned the stawberries and cleaned out the raspberries so we're getting a little start - but nothing as nice as what you have planted. That's great!
Mom

Papa Doc said...

Try this with deer as visitors. Gardening is one thing, but fencing is quite another. I once had a deer wait until the night before I picked my watermellons before ruining them all. I have even slept out by the garden in the summer with a gun filled with bird shot. That is not too cool in this city environment. I long for the country life again. I think I am going to buy a burial plot somewhere in southern Minnesota. It will be under a large Oak tree. There will be corn and beans near by, and perhaps in Minnesota, a little sweet corn. You know, the Jolly Green Giant lives there. Maybe he will visit my grave.

Dad Clark