Oregano! Oregano! Oregano!

The oregano that wintered indoors didn’t do well. I bought a little new oregano to replace it. A coworker then gifted me with two generous plants from her Greek oregano plant. She recommend I cut them off, dry the tops to use for seasoning, and then re-pot the rest.

 

Oregano the Old

Oregano the Old

Wow. This oregano is growing.

Wow. This oregano is growing.

Sorry, friends. I don’t have an after picture yet. I thought I’d wait until the roots have a chance to settle into their new home.

I will tell you this: the transplanted oregano looks a lot better than the rosemary.

 

 Deep sigh. Green thumb took a break.

Sigh. Green thumb took a break.

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Construction Breeds Creativity, the sequel

Yesterday I mentioned my challenge: carrying a 40 lb. bag of potting soil down the road because the street is inaccessible. Witness exhibit one.

Not even residents can get in right now.

Not even residents can get in right now.

But wait – what’s that? Someone is coming up the block with a wheelbarrow full of – groceries?

Now that's a grocery cart.

Now that’s a grocery cart.

Upon approach – it’s Chuck, home from the store!

Don't let the big machines stop you from using a simple alternative.

Don’t let the big machines stop you from using a simple alternative.

It took two trips. The first was bunny food and other essentials. The second —

Less than essential, but important.

Less than essential, but important.

Now that’s better.

 

 

 

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Construction Breeds Creativity

I needed a big bag of potting soil. I visited a local hardware store and picked up a 40 lb. bag. The clerk offered her assistant to help load it in my car. I thanked her and took care of it myself.

Little did she know I would have to schlep this thing from my minivan to my house, a distance of about half of a block – a long block. But I was ready. Me, Daisy, the compostermom, the creative, I was ready.

Bag on Wheels!

Bag on Wheels!

The soil fit – barely – in my grocery bag on wheels, the one I use for visits to the farmers’ market. At that point, it was easy to pull down the street and set next to the drawers for Project Cover Those Suckers I mean Project Shade Tree.

That left my other hand free to hold the bag from a rummage sale, in which I carried these two little darlings. Fifty cents, they were, and they’ll accompany the pretty flowers when I’m finished.

Bunnies! Bunnies! Fifty cents for bunnies!

Bunnies! Bunnies! Fifty cents for bunnies!

They’re not really outdoor bunnies, but they’ll do. You’ll see. And you will see; when I finally finish planting, I’ll post pictures. Some day.

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The Onions That Walked All Over

It’s amazing to see how some plants will go to any lengths to reproduce. My walking onions are huge this year. Now they’re finally reaching out to make new green onions.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave

Oh, what a tangled web we weave

Don’t let this deceive you. The bulb, caught in the chicken wire as it is, will not give up and quit. If the bulb doesn’t land on ground, it sends out a shoot with a new bulb. If that bulb doesn’t reach the promised land, it’ll send out another extension. These bulbs were made for walking, alright.

 

All aboard!

All aboard!

This one, for example, will only need one shoot to get to the fertile soil that awaits. Yeah, yeah, I know the prose goes overboard a little. A lot. Never mind.

Score!

Score!

Give it a few weeks. We’ll have green onions galore. Onion soup, anyone?

 

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Repurposing and Replanting

I have a plan. I plan to repurpose these drawers- old dresser drawers, not the other drawers. Quiet down, peanut gallery.

Drawers, ripe for repurposing

Drawers, ripe for repurposing

Here’s their eventual home: under the mock cherry tree. Before I set up the drawers and turn them to their new use as planters, I need to clean up the suckers beneath the tree. That’s really what they’re called, peoples. Really.

cherry underThe flats from Fleet Farm’s garden department, seen on the right, will eventually fill the drawers. That is, they’ll fill the drawers after I get the cherry garbage out of the way.

Eventually, folks, I’ll get there. And when I reach my destination, I’ll share.

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I’ll take Composting for 1000, Alex.

Imagine the scene. Daisy, the compostermom, guardian of all things family, school, garden, and coffee, passes the Jeopardy test and gets on the show. A leap of faith, maybe. I do very well in the privacy of my own den, I’ll have you know. 

The first commercial break is over, and Alex comes over to talk to the contestants.

“Daisy, it says on my card that you feed your family dandelions.”

“Yes, Alex, but only in season.”

Alex turns his patented reaction face toward the camera, which cues the audience to laugh.

“In season, Daisy? When are dandelions in season, and how do you serve them?”

“They’re in season in spring and early summer, and they’re good in salads, pesto, soups, stews, herb mixes…”

And Alex moves on.

 

It’s true, readers. Dandelion greens are edible and delicious. I had leftover pasta with dandelion pesto for my lunch at work today, and my coworkers were suitably curious. I was eating veggie today purely by accident (I wasn’t enthused about any of our leftover meat), with my pasta + pesto + leftover green beans. It was delicious.

As the dandelions fade away, there ought to be fresh lettuce and spinach in the garden.

Meanwhile, I’ll take Eating in the Wild, Alex, and I’ll make it a true daily double.

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I’m not done yet -or- Chores Unfinished

The rose trellis is the wrong trellis. It’s too tall and too wide. If it’s straight, the window opens into the trellis and causes all kinds of havoc.

Wrong Trellis

Wrong Trellis

I have a better trellis, one that stands tall and doesn’t overlap the window. This task, my friends, is not done.

This “box” area needs a new look. The hostas will move to a new home under the lilac tree. New seeds or shade-loving plants will populate the box. Someday.

box awaiting work time

box awaiting work time

This new plot needs weeding. I need to take out anything that isn’t asparagus.

Asparagus and Friends

Asparagus and Friends

There’s more, people, there’s more. In fact, I have more pictures – and I really don’t have time to upload them and show you. I think, instead, I’ll do something I can finish – like feed the bunnies. TTFN – TaTaForNow!

 

 

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Guerrilla Gardening

I do my gardening in the open, mainly. Tomatoes behind the garage, ever-growing raspberry patch nearby. Lettuce, spinach, dill, a few more herbs, and squash are all in place. Give it a few years, and we’ll have asparagus, too.

I enjoy hearing stories of unconventional gardening. My latest fun forays into serving dandelion dishes can be part of this. I don’t grow these greens on purpose, but they do come up in generous quantities.

The walking onion is its own guerrilla plant, too. This year’s crop is taller than ever, and I don’t know why. But anyway, when the onion reaches its full height, it develops a bulb. The weight of the bulb pulls the green stalk to the ground, where the bulb sends out roots into the soil and begins to grow again. I intentionally brought a few over to this corner of the garden, and the onions seem happy campers – or hikers – there.

Walking onion grounds

Walking onion grounds

Bulbous Entity

Bulbous Entity

And new guerrilla onions.

And new guerrilla onions.

I didn’t plant these! I may have planned them, though, I must admit.

Seed bombs are great fun if you’re really brave. According to The Maker Mom, a seed bomb is “a hard ball made up of seeds, compost and clay that can be tossed into a garden or, even better, a vacant lot to create green space.” Her son made many seed bombs to raise money for – well, here’s her post. She said it best. 

 

 

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Reduce and Recycle?

Our fair city made the transition to a city-owned, uniform, city-distributed recycling bin. Garbage already goes in a city-owned container and gets picked up by an automatic truck. It’s quick, the truck is run by one worker, and all is well with the trash world.

We opted for the smaller no-fee garbage bin. With our basic green living habits, we generate very little garbage. We take pride in the fact that the small bin is perfect and even saves us a few pennies.

Next to the little garbage can, the recycling container looks huge. It looks like it’ll hold three times the volume that the garbage bin does. Come to think of it, that’s about right. If our family misses a garbage collection day, it’s no problem. We don’t overflow. If we miss a recycling pick-up, however, it’s huge.

Reduce (small garbage bin), recycle, and repurpose - foreground

Reduce (small garbage bin), recycle, and repurpose – foreground

That could be my next project in green-living: minimize the cans and bottles we use and recycle. Let’s see. We already –

  • avoid plastic water bottles in favor of a filter pitcher
  • use and reuse jars for jam, pickles, applesauce, and other home-canned goodies
  • there’s more, I’m sure. I’ll think of it after I hit “Publish.”

We can improve by —

  • drinking less soda (that’ll be me, replacing it with water or iced tea from a reusable pitcher)
  • making juices from concentrate instead of buying them in bottles
  • what else? Suggestions, readers?

 

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Honey, can we go solar now?

If we could free ourselves from the dependence on natural gas, leaks like the last one wouldn’t be nearly as likely.

The problem is, natural gas works so well for us. I prefer cooking on a gas stove rather than an electric. A gas clothes dryer is more energy-efficient than electric. The ultimate solar dryer, the clothesline, isn’t workable for our home. Chuck and I have too many environmental allergies to make it practical to dry clothes or sheets outdoors.

But we could —

  • heat our water with solar power
  • supplement our home’s heat with solar
  • generate electricity to drive our many computers
  • generate electricity for lighting the house, powering the refrigerator, and more
  • and more, and more, and more

Neighbors and acquaintances with wood burning stoves and heaters speak highly of them. Our fireplace isn’t located centrally enough to be converted to heat for the whole house, so I guess that’s out.

And then again, I must remind myself that the gas main break wasn’t the direct result of a natural gas problem – rather, it stemmed from the repair of the water supply pipe, which was broken by part of the crew working on remaking our street and sidewalks.

Honey, maybe we should move to the country where we won’t have to worry about frequent road construction. That might work.

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