Ah, the title of this post speaks for itself - this year's garden attempt has produced four jalapenos, six cherry tomatoes, eight garlic bulbs, some rosemary and thai basil, and today we'll find out just how many potatoes grew, but I'm certain that the yield will not support the cost. I can tell you I... Continue Reading →
My Dying Garden
I have determined that I do not possess a green thumb and think I'm finally ready to acknowledge that the grass truly is greener on the other side, because that's where it's watered more. There's an age-old lesson to be learned from this that applies to life and relationships and perhaps I'll dwell on that... Continue Reading →
My Not-So-Green Thumb
I've killed my squash plant. Well, *I* didn't kill it, aphids did. I kind of feel responsible though - I probably should have done more than throw water at it occasionally. I really thought it was just wilting from the triple digits we've been experiencing, but after the last rain which came down in buckets,... Continue Reading →