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Archive for May, 2004

He’s a tomato, but not a zucchini….

I transplanted the tomatoes into the garden this afternoon … they’re cozy in their wall o’water cones as are the zucchini, some of the cucumbers, and the eggplants. The peppers are on their own, and I hope they’ll be okay — the temperatures have been in the mid-fifties during the day with intermittent rain, and […]

Planting Patrick

A couple of months ago, I ordered two Tess of the D’Urbervilles bare root rosebushes from White Flower Farm. They kindly sent me a note that they couldn’t guarantee them as my zone is too cold, but between global warming, and planting them on the south side of my house, in the tropical perennial […]

Fabulous Cold Frames, Part II

The cold frames finally got a real tryout — the weather went cold again on us this week. Last night the temps went down into the mid-thirties, and this morning it was still a balmy forty-five degrees inside the cold frame. Hooray! They work!
No blogging this week. My Dad is coming for a visit from […]

My Fabulous Cold Frames

Here they are, the great cold frames I built for my garden. As you can see, Owen thinks they’re swell, too.
The interesting part was that I’m not really much of a carpenter. I have a few skills, and my own power tools, but I only had about half a plan when I started. […]

Spinach and Spring Onions

So this morning, I wandered across the back yard and pulled up a medium-sized spinach plant (one that was crowding several others), and a spring onion. Then back inside for a little omelette — I don’t want to sound like one of those Alice Waters/Richard Olney cranks, but I have to say, growing my own […]

Derby Day

Ah, The Kentucky Derby. When we were little kids, our parents belonged to a not-terribly-fancy Hunt Club in northern Illinois. Admitting that I come from people who foxhunted is, in the circles in which I travel as an adult, sort of like saying we wore hoop skirts or held slaves. Stange, exotic and totally not […]