Saturday, September 18, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
gimmie shelter
I've never really thought of myself as being "sheltered" but something happened this week that made me rethink that. I was reading some one's facebook post about how she has always thrown egg shells in the disposal and lemon/lime peels in the trash and how her husband wants her to put egg shells in the trash and lemon/lime peels in the disposal. There were like 16 posts debating which one was better and how egg shells have salmonella, blah, blah, blah. I instantly wondered why they didn't put all of those things in the compost. For some reason I really thought more people composted. I thought it was even "trendy" to compost and have a garden. Wow, what a sheltered little world I live in! I also thought long and hard about why the hell people mash up food into tiny morsels and wash them away with water to end up with poop and all kinds of chemicals and crap in the water sewage system. WHY? Seriously! Organic compost soil is EXPENSIVE! You can make it for free, so why not?
Some how I managed to get the fall seeds in the ground today after procrastinating for over a month now. I stirred up the compost, pulled weeds in the bed, and expanded the garden to include an area for squash and pumpkin (which I hope was not too late to plant). I cleaned up and cut back some of the Roma tomato plants that had grown into a large bush. I also planted broccoli, carrots, cucumber, cherry tomatoes, kale, and two kinds of peppers. Don't let me fool you into thinking that I know what I am doing. Hell, I'm clueless. Like most things in my life, I get a shallow yet solid feel for the way things work and b.s. through the rest of it. In the spring I planted two things I knew were supposed to be too late. I actually got good production out of everything I planted, so I'm just going for it. It's a good way to learn the ropes. I dream of having a luscious, urban garden and am totally willing to take baby steps to get there. Gardening is in my blood, it's just a matter of kick starting those genes.
Grow little seeds, grow.
Some how I managed to get the fall seeds in the ground today after procrastinating for over a month now. I stirred up the compost, pulled weeds in the bed, and expanded the garden to include an area for squash and pumpkin (which I hope was not too late to plant). I cleaned up and cut back some of the Roma tomato plants that had grown into a large bush. I also planted broccoli, carrots, cucumber, cherry tomatoes, kale, and two kinds of peppers. Don't let me fool you into thinking that I know what I am doing. Hell, I'm clueless. Like most things in my life, I get a shallow yet solid feel for the way things work and b.s. through the rest of it. In the spring I planted two things I knew were supposed to be too late. I actually got good production out of everything I planted, so I'm just going for it. It's a good way to learn the ropes. I dream of having a luscious, urban garden and am totally willing to take baby steps to get there. Gardening is in my blood, it's just a matter of kick starting those genes.
Grow little seeds, grow.
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