Sunshine! My seedlings in the east window have grown and look healthy: two varieties of tomatoes, green pepper, alyssum, and four colors of lobelia. Much to my surprise I had to special order lobelia as I could not find seeds, tiny as dust, in either Devils Lake or Grand Forks. Thanks to Google, I found two sources, so I have Electric Blue, Lavender, Red, and White with blue eyes. Now the trick will be the shock when they get outside. Fortunately, the flowers are low growers, so the wind won't beat them up.
I love to grow things; kids, animals, plants, and ideas. I am not alone in my faith in the earth and the physical and mental health found in forgetting about myself and focusing on nurturing other living things.
Growing plants and people produces beautiful, bountiful, and lasting harvests. Be grateful.
Sunshine! Spring is here and my seedlings are thriving in the east window. Two varieites of tomatoes and green peppers will enhance our summer table, and likely provide for the resident bunny and deer that pass through the yard. We have decided we have so much that it is OK to share some of our abundance with the furred neighbors.
I like alyssum and lobelia as fillers in pots of begonias and geraniums. Starting them inside is a new adventure for me, so I am thrilled that they are doing well. Much to my surprise, I could not find lobelia seed in Devils Lake or Grand Forks, but thanks to Google, I found suppliers and now have seedlings for Electric blue, white with blue centers, lavender, and red. I'm eager to see the red, as I have not seen those in garden centers.
The real test will come when they are set out and meet the prairie wind. Fortunately, these are low growing flowers, so the wind will not be so hard on them. It takes hardy plants and people to stand up to the winds of life.
I like to grow things: kids, animals, plants, ideas. I do not understand people who do not have in interest or do not like any of those living things, although I know a few (most of them are self-absorbed and bored/boring).
"There is something about caring for the plant world that makes us more apt to behave well in the human world. My mother reminds me what it is to be of the earth and to fight for the Earth, not by way of bumper stickers and committee meetings and petititons, but by just planting and tending and weeding and never giving up on even a broken bit of spider plant. I see that in my son now, too---happy with dirt in his green rubber boots and a watering can and a watermelon seed. The earth and the garden have rooted us all to one another when nobody was looking. We cultivate our garden and let life take it from there." Dahlia Lithwick, in Slate.com
This thought reminded me of the time I found a broken piece of geranium that we had tossed on the compost pile, blooming in August. I felt so guilty that I had thrown it out, that I had not recognized the life force in it, that I potted it up immediately, fertilized it, and set it in the sun. Maybe that is why I became a teacher: never give up on a kid. Give them some enrichment, encouragement, and, some sunshine. Enjoy the bloom.
Our son and daughter in California, both garden, albeit in limited space. Christi and her daughter raised herbs, veggies and flowers. Bill wants his kids to understand where food come from and to feel pride in growing and eating what they grow, so even though his yard has limited space, they plant cucumbers, tomatoes, a few stalks of corn, and a few small melons. Locally, our Jim loves trees. He asks for a birthday present of an apple tree. They all know that dirt on ther fingernails is a good thing. Jim's daughters learned last summer to make apple sauce from the harvest they brought us. They and cousin Sarah from California picked raspberries in our back yard, and made jam, much of which they took home for their families.
Sarah and Jim's Olivia and i sat on the deck, listening to birds sing, and snapped the beans the girls picked. Back at home, Sarah wrote an essay on snapping beans with Grandma and Cousin Olivia as one of her happy memories. It is a joy to pass on the sense of family and to experiece "the earth and garden have rooted us all to one another...."