Greeting from Vacationland!
This comes to you from the great Northwest and my friends Mr. and Ms. Cleaver. Ms. Cleaver has her own lovely blog is growing some of her own herbs in the kitchen.
The Cleavers have another greenthumb secret in their kitchen. Worms!!! Thats right they vermicompost!
But that is all initial business. The truly fantastic thing about Maine is that they make it so easy to eat local. Continue reading
Good morning, SuperKasey. Today is the Monday morning after a short week. Also, the CEO at my office has been out of the area for many days of the past two weeks, so she’s in “LET’S COMPLETE ONE MILLIONS TASKS!” mode. I only have time to leave a quick note for you (and for those of you following this gardening battle). Here comes some link-dumping.
Good morning, SuperKasey! It is a Thursday in a 4-day week wherein I’m only working a half-day on Friday. That makes it like a…Friday morning? How does that work out in hours? I’ll let you do the math.
My dear friend Julius recently visited me, and among our hiking and camping and watching the TV show Glee (he talked me into it; I liked it more than I thought I would, but I still don’t understand how TV shows work), he managed to snap some photos of the garden.
SuperKasey, things are warming up here, and I’m starting to worry about bugs. I see little holes in some leaves. Investigation is warranted.
This will be incredibly short, as I’m going camping this weekend and have neither the time nor the willpower to generate useful content.
“An addiction to gardening is not all bad when you consider all the other choices in life.
When the world wearies, and society ceases to satisfy, there is always the garden.
We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.’”
This is by far my favorite gardening quote (or stanza?). It makes so much sense to me and why I dig in the dirt.
Happy Monday, SuperKasey! I spent my weekend performing some solo work for the stage, so I feel all storied-out. On Mother’s Day, I gave my mom a card and then relaxed. It felt good for a change.
This is going to be a short post, as I just have a little cool moment to share regarding the state of my garden.
Salutations, SuperKasey. I bought a bright blue Moleskine notebook. That’s right. I’ve joined the ranks of Moleskine users. It came with an insert informing me that I have been drafted into a rich history of artists, writers and thinkers who also used these books. Picasso and Hemingway are mentioned. So, apparently I’m in the good company of a manic womanizer and an alcoholic chauvinist. Wahoo!
This Moleskine contains my plans. Yes, that deserves the bold type. The plans are a collection of notes and drawings I’m keeping in reference to this whole gardening ordeal.
Mother Nature and I are fighting right now. Or maybe I should say the woman is driving me crazy!
Warm gorgeous weather the whole time I’m in the office. But when I leave then the temp drops down to the low 30s or high 20s. Typically you are not supposed to plant your summer favorites until the night stays above 50 degrees. Killing me, Mother Nature. Killing me.
So as I don’t have anything new to write about, I’ll finally give you some instructions on how I built my compost bin.