Though I love the rhythm and sound of it, Cucumber News doesn’t seem quite right. I have a hard time growing cucumbers here. I think I’ll try out some different plants, veggies, and berries over time and see if I can find a custom fit.
Two days ago, I rolled out the black plastic to help the raised beds in the garden warm. One day ago, I woke up to this:
I started some seeds a few weeks ago, started some more a couple of weeks ago, started some more a week ago, and started some more today.
At Mike’s request, I’ll be delving into the horror genre of gardening: brussels sprouts. Normally, I’m happy to grow—or attempt to grow—veggies Mike wants to try, but I’m not so enthusiastic about these. I anticipate, “Just try them; they’re good!” which is precisely what I ask of young picky eaters. It’s okay to not like something, but we should be willing to try.
But I’m not a young picky eater. I’m an older picky eater, and it wasn’t all that long ago that I did try fresh “yummy” brussels sprouts, and I did not like them—beyond all doubts, I did not like those brussels sprouts! It’s bad enough I’ll probably have to smell them cooking. I might be secretly hoping a moose will step on the two plants I’ve agreed to grow.
On the sunnier side of the 2012 gardening adventure, I am trying purple basil this year. It’s really purple!
I’m also trying lettuce-leaf basil and two varieties of regular old sweet basil.
Ellen’s amaryllis is having another go.
And thanks to Ellen again, I planted nasturtiums in the boots.
The boots were all picked up at different times during Community Cleanup in the spring, though they are two matched pairs. One pair was picked up over two different years in two different places. I’m guessing they were tossed out the window of a moving car.
After June 1, they will join the wildflowers outside in the garden beds. They’re not trash: they’re flower pots and lawn ornaments.