Thursday, April 24, 2014

Boing!

There are websites that are telling me I should have my stuff in the ground already.  I think they are on crack. It's in the thirties still at night, it snowed last week, and we had a big hail storm about 10 days ago.  I'm not putting my babies outside now!  Crack!

Well, I planted the seeds that were mystery mixes.  These went with the insect/pollinator attractors, obviously.  Sometimes words are blah, signs should have more fun.  There are also cups of seeds that will grow butterfly and hummingbird attractors.

Baby pollinator attractor flowers are coming up.

I'm trying not to be discouraged by the broccoli and cauliflower, but this is pretty discouraging.  I'm blaming the Dixie Cups.  Nothing I planted in them is doing well. 


Walla Walla onions are looking like grass that needs a trim.  Good stuff.  They don't smell like onions, though.  Yes, I sniff them. 

Pepperoncinis are finally starting to look decent.  I'd almost lost hope for the peppers and tomatoes planted in this round. 

Poblanos, finally starting to look presentable.  Get your act together, peppers!  You should see your cousins, the sweet bell peppers.  Why can't you be more like them?

Lettuce clearly needs more light because the ones with the most light are growing like crazy and the rest are withering.  But, really, when you consider there are two to three heads of lettuce in each successful newspaper cup, I'll take the loss of the ones in the back that aren't as happy.  I'll be lettuce rich still, I'm sure.

Dude, sweet peppers, you are my pride and joy.  Love ya!  Lookin' good!  Keep up the good work. 

San Marzano tomatoes are finally poking up and looking like they may want to have a life.  They better keep it up.  I have big plans for their fruit. 

These were late additions.  I didn't want to have to trellis anything but when I thought about the veggies I was growing and what I'd still have to buy at the store, I figured I'd give it a go.  Because if I have to run to the store just for peas and green beans, Imma be pissed.  Thus, they are planted and look to be doing quite well.  Next to them are wispy little beginnings of carrots.  Having just seen a thing where you can grow carrots in a 2-liter, start to finish, filling the 2-liter with soil, I'm totally going to try that in about 24 hours because 2-liters have yet to fail me.

I simply must tell the story of my romanesco!

One of my all-time favorite veggies is this fascinating version of broccoli, which actually tastes more like cauliflower.  I can only get it from two farms at two different farmers markets and I've never seen it in a store.  I've asked other sellers if they carry it and why they don't.  One farmer said it's not a very prolific producer, sort of temperamental, not something they can count on.  Okay, fair enough.  So when I saw seeds in the store for them I passed them by the first time.  But not the second time.

Thinking they're weak producers, and having read some reviews saying they didn't actually provide edible offspring until the second year in California (in Illinois they're annuals so no hope), I thought I'd start a couple seeds in a container indoors.  I put four (FOUR!) seeds into a medium brown pot to see if anything would pop up, then decided to bring the pot to work for my work window, which has awesome light.  Then this happened.

I was walking to the office holding a grocery bag with the filled pot, planted with romanesco seeds, my usual book bag, my purse and a large gas-station-pop all on one hand, and my keys to the office in the other.  As I was walking, my arm snagged on a display, which caused me to grip my styrofoam drink cup extra tight, plunging my thumb into the bottom of it, and in my panic upon feeling the ice cold Coke Zero pouring down my arm, all over my bags and the floor, I dropped everything and tried to plug the hole.  Down went the potted romanesco seeds in the grocery bag.  Once everything was cleaned up and I got to my office, I found the contents of the romanesco pot to be outside the pot and in the grocery bag.  Well, it was only four (FOUR) seeds, so I just dumped all that dirt back into the pot and put it on the windowsill.

Within days, there were five (FIVE!) romanesco plants coming up in the dirt.  The theory has been, shake the living daylights out of the dirt after you plant the seeds and then they will sprout rapidly.

They continue to do well in the window.  All five (FIVE!!) of them.

But we had a quandary.  The theory was that you must upend the romanesco in the pot after you plant the seed in order for it to sprout, right?  There should be a control to this experiment, so I added a row of romanesco to the flat of herbs I started.  I did not shake them up and flip them around.  They stayed stable and upright.  Lo and behold, they are springing up like crazy!

Seems to be a plant that wants to live.  Good.  Because I want to eat it!

Some guys came out today knocking on doors looking to do home roof, siding, and gutter inspections to see if there was damage from the hailstorm on the 12th...



They say I need a new roof, new siding and new gutters.  Based upon hail damage.  Not based upon the fact that my roof is old, the shingles are cheap, the house is 80 years old, and it sat empty for 4 years before I bought it.  We'll see what the insurance assessor says.  But I mention this because they said that they can usually get all the work done within 3 weeks of the green light by the insurance company, that it would likely take only 2 days total.  So, do I start planting all around my house if there's a possibility that in 3-4 weeks I might be getting guys stomping around my property?  I'm torn.  However, I don't think the odds are good I'll end up getting all new siding, roof and gutters, so maybe I'm worrying over nothing.  Hmm, I remember hearing the hail coming down, running outside, taking some pictures, and I did think about my car getting damaged, but I never thought about the house.  I'm so new to homeownership.  And I'm probably getting taken for a ride by these guys and my insurance company anyway.  Ah, why can't I just sit around and grow food?


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Hands

Last week I was helping out with a Bingo program at work and my coworker was drawing the wooden Bingo balls and handing them to me.
The program was an hour long and there were many balls handed to me to put on the register.

Each time she handed something to me, I became acutely aware of her soft, pale, delicate hands, her clean fingernails, the cute freckles on her skin, and how very feminine they were.  My hands, in direct contrast, are dark, scarred, cut, rough, dry, cracked, my fingernails are all broken or gnawed off, and there still manages to be dirt wedged up under them in some areas that I cannot get out.  As she handed me these Bingo balls hundreds of times, I started feeling self-conscious about the disparity, wondering if she noticed this as well.

It took about a half-hour of feeling ashamed of my hard hands before I realized something.  I've earned these hands!  My hands are the hands of someone who uses them for big things, whether it's cooking/baking, building things, digging in dirt, or anything else that exposes them to elements and work.  My hands have lately been doing things they've never done before, like wrestling bowed boards and drilling them together, or haranguing a used wheelbarrow into my trunk from a seller on Craigslist, or assembling furniture, or breaking down loads of boxes, or hauling lumber, rain barrels, and 40-pound bags of dirt.  I've been using tools I've never touched before, working on projects I've never tried before, and yes I have had mishaps, but my hands are getting the workout of their lives.  Nothing I've done prior to this compares with the exposure they're having now.  They're being used, like *really* used, in a way that's probably more true to human survival than they've ever known.  They're doing what they were intended to do.  Not typing at a computer all day, not washing dishes, not driving a car, but actual work.  So I'm okay with them needing to be scrubbed hard with a brush at the end of the day, and I'm okay with having to use hardcore lotions to keep the cracks and peeling from becoming too painful, and I'm kind of excited by the cuts and scars I'm accumulating.  Soon the skin is going to be much darker from the sun and will alter the appearance of my hands again.  I'm okay with this.  Actually, I'm pretty proud of it.  And I'm looking forward to whatever else this tiny saga has in store for my hands.

Lush

"Hello, world!  Imma make you some zucchinis!"

I think the nasturtiums are anxious to get outside.

Are they just -flowers when there's no sun out?

By far, the most impressive ones so far are the lush sweet bell peppers, growing happily in the terrarium-like 2 liters.  They LOVE this!  I should've grown more in 2 liter bottles.

It's such a perfect ecosystem, and there's even moss on the dirt at the bottom!  Neato!

Next year, everything in 2 liters!  Start saving bottles now!

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Does This Make Me Crazy?

I can't stop mapping.  I can't stop planning.  I can't stop trying to know what's going to happen, where everything will go, and what I need to do every step of the way.  Am I nuts?



Thursday, April 10, 2014

Die, Grass, DIE!


I need more boxes.

On another note, just because it's hilarious to me...

There is a stray plastic container that was used last year to catch old oil from the lawnmower during its oil change, and it's aimlessly been kicked around the back yard all winter.  Well, one of the dogs found a use for it.  It's now his toilet.  I can't even begin to understand how and why he came to the conclusion that there was a container, and therefore he should pee in it, but I watched it happen and documented the result.  Dogs are weird.  Particularly when they try to mimic human behavior.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Interlopers!


I don't know if this means the onions aren't getting enough sun or too much water or if someone secretly put some mushrooms in my toilet paper rolls and they thrived.  It's freaking me out a little.