The Salsa Garden occupies one of the raised beds lined up like sarcopagi between the shop and the hay barn. Ted's tomatoes retained only one or two blossoms. Zeva the Boxer ate the garlic starts right out of the plastic cups but the onions and chives are undeterred, cilantro completing the theme.
Radishes wasted no time sending leaves through the peaty mix. Heirloom lettuce with gorgeous pictures on the plastic ID stakes taunt me with their multi-colored splendor and promise of tender leafy heads. Can anyone tell me if non-alcoholic beer works for slug bait?
Purple potatoes join the Yellow Finns in another bed, homage to the Pink Potato Salad. I wonder if carrots grow in harmony with spuds? Add onions, and I have a Beef Stew Garden.
Five planted, 3 more beds waiting beneath their burlap shrouds.
Mother's Day is tomorrow.
Radishes wasted no time sending leaves through the peaty mix. Heirloom lettuce with gorgeous pictures on the plastic ID stakes taunt me with their multi-colored splendor and promise of tender leafy heads. Can anyone tell me if non-alcoholic beer works for slug bait?
Purple potatoes join the Yellow Finns in another bed, homage to the Pink Potato Salad. I wonder if carrots grow in harmony with spuds? Add onions, and I have a Beef Stew Garden.
Five planted, 3 more beds waiting beneath their burlap shrouds.
Mother's Day is tomorrow.