The Economics of a Garden

I’ve never kept track precisely of the cost of gardening. I read The $64 Tomato a few years back, and I was a little disheartened by his cost analysis. Today, while Amigo got a haircut, I browsed a magazine that listed “Grow Your Own Vegetables” as a money saving trick. The featured couple broke even on their backyard garden, but they predicted a better outcome in follow-up years because the majority of their costs were incurred building the raised bed itself.

I had significant expenses in expanding my backyard plot this year. Chuck repurposed the boards, so those were no cost. He used mainly screws and tools that he already owned, so there again was no new cost. We laid down a base for the soil by using home made compost and biodegradable waste from our adorable pet bunny – her litter boxes, if you need it spelled out for you. We bought ten (twelve?) straw bales last fall at about $6 each. Then we built up the soil using commercial topsoil purchased from a local store for a total of about $120.

Seeds and seedlings added to the cost total, but not much. I save a considerable amount when I’m able to start tomatoes and peppers from seed rather than buying seedlings. This year, I lost some of those starter seedlings due to neglect while I regained my health. All that survived are thriving now – and that includes both me and the seedlings.

Then we’d need to figure out a cost estimate for the amount we saved. So many heads of lettuce, parsley (a.k.a. bunny food), radishes, salsa, tomato sauce, etc. – this would be difficult, if not impossible, to inventory and calculate. In general, we eat fresher and better quality when there are foods available in the backyard.

Then there are the perennials: rhubarb, green onions, raspberries, chives.. those incur no new costs. They just grow. Does that balance the produce I buy from the farmers’ market? It’s complicated, it is.

Cost savings? If I really want to, I could keep a spreadsheet next year. Then again, maybe not. It’s such a pleasure to plant seeds and watch them grow, I can’t really quantify it.

Frankly, no matter what the size, a garden is priceless.

 

 

 

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Every mug, new or ancient

Subtitle: To Have and to Hold

Here’s a classic. These are souvenirs from our trip to celebrate our 25th anniversary. Thermos from Starbucks (the first! In Seattle! At Pike Place Market!), mug from the Amtrak train that took us there. Oops, that sounded wrong; it sounds like I absconded with a mug when we reached our destination. Nope! Not at all: we bought it in the dining hall at our last breakfast on the train.

 

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On a hot, hot day at the market

Today's Market Goodies

Today’s Market Goodies

From left to right: lettuce, peas, asparagus, strawberries, more asparagus, blueberries. My tasks today: cut up and freeze asparagus, remove peas from pod (there’s a snappier way to say that, I’m sure), freeze peas, hull strawberries, clean lettuce – oh, you get the drift. The brightly colored menu under the green bowl is the new menu for the smoothie place downtown. It’s going into my schoolbag so I can order from my desk in a cubicle just a few blocks away.

Meanwhile, I’ll sip on today’s smoothie (Groovy Grape) and start chopping asparagus spears.

Life is good.

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Farmers’ Market Starts Again!

I’ve been waiting and waiting for this day. The Downtown Farmers’ Market has returned to my fair city! The weather was muggy, but tolerable. No rain, just the threat of it. And people? The street was mobbed. We bought — wait. I can make this easier.

Market Bounty, Week I

Market Bounty, Week I

You can probably recognize the spinach, the asparagus, and strawberries, and lettuce, too. I also picked up whole wheat bread with flaxseed (from my favorite Amish baker) and a small loaf of cheddar cheese bread. For my sweet husband who loves to cook, we picked up scallops (not local, I know), red potatoes (much more local), and a great local barbecue sauce. He chatted with the sauce maker for a while and got some tips on how to grill really tender ribs. There’s more, but I must get to work prepping the strawberries and the peas. The peas are in the picture, sort of. They’re hiding under the asparagus.

Ah, the Downtown Farmers’ Market. Now it really feels like summer.

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Planned Overs

Chuck had the week off and spent much of it in the kitchen. He goes back to work next week on a normal workweek schedule. As normal, that is, as normal can be in an NFL market not represented in the Big Bowl in the Jersey Snow.
Meanwhile, back at the O.K. Chorale, Amigo and I will be tasked with cooking our own meals. I will still have limitations to what I can do in terms of lifting and bending, so we’re thinking and planning ahead.

Tip number one: Chuck is making extras. When we make leftovers on purpose, it’s called planned=overs. Amigo and I will be able to slip a leftover into the microwave and call it Lunch.

Tip number two: Chuck and Amigo will make a trip to the corner meat market six blocks from home. Their task: bring home chicken pot pie and/or pre-made lasagna. If anything else jumps off the shelf or out of the freezer section, I could be in a positive frame of mind toward anything that Amigo can cook. I’m willing to offer help, as long as he handles the bending and lifting.

Tip number three: Chuck and I picked up several pantry basics such as beans in many colors, soup mixes (not cans), and chili fixins. If the pantry is full, a pantry raid supper is a simple plan.

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That’s my (bulky) bag.

I reached for my purse to tuck in a pair of unused chopsticks (Amigo prefers a fork), and my purse wouldn’t stay level. I adjusted it a bit, got it hanging on my chair again, and then rejoined the family for our delicious meal out at the local hibachi place.

It was kind of the last straw for this purse. It was a chance find, one handed off from one person to another. I thought it would work for me because it had lots of pockets. No such luck.

Famous last words: It'll fit!

Famous last words: It’ll fit!

The contents

The contents

The guilty items

The guilty items

I carry an inhaler and Tylenol and Dramamine with the logic “I don’t need them often, but when I need them, I really need them.” These three items were the culprits – the pieces that really took the poor purse over its limit.

I needed to swap it out for a better option, so I pulled out a few others I owned.

The choices

The choices

Black leather (lower right) was a little too small. The same is true of the Fossil tapestry design on the right. On the lower left, however, is a grey leather bag La Petite brought me from Italy. This bag has several pockets and a lot of space. If I plan any travels, I can add my Kindle, my passport, and anything else I need for the road. My little camera even fits inside.

There’s even a tiny pocket just the right size for my business card holder.

La Petit'es design

La Petite’s design. Cool, eh?

 

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To Discount or not to Discount?

This is an encore post appropriate for the back to school season. I might print the flyer sent out through school email and try for the discount again this year. 

I noticed a Walgreens store across town with a sign advertising teacher discounts on Wednesdays in August. I had a shopping list ready, so I decided to try out the store closest to my home, conveniently located on my route to and from school. First, I looked at their sign to see if they were advertising the discount deal.

Hmmm. Maybe not. Is this the advertising equivalent of the blank stare? So I waited a moment, and the sign changed – to this.


I took a chance, went in anyway, and filled my cart. Discount or not, there were many good advertised deals on my list. With a cart full of contact solutions, shampoos, hearing aid batteries, and buy-one get-one vitamins, I proceeded to the checkout with my teacher ID in hand and a question on the tip of my tongue: “I saw the sign on another store in town. Are you also offering the teacher discount?”
Remember the blank stare in the first picture? It was mirrored on her face. “Uh– I don’t know. I’ll call the manager.” She did, the manager said yes, so the clerk sent me to the correct register for specials like this and paged the other clerk, who joined the Blank Face Brigade as she started up her register. “Uh – I don’t know. I’ll call the manager.” This call included, “How do I ring this up?”
In the end, I did get the discount. Lack of knowledge aside, the store clerks were helpful and willing to ask, and the manager was willing to guide them through the process.
I didn’t mention the signs. I thought they had enough on their minds.
Update: This year, Walgreen’s might be targeting a different crowd. As seen on Facebook:
'Nuff said.

‘Nuff said.

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Sale here!

Rummage!

Rummage!

Some signs are simple. Rummage Sale! We rummaged through our belongings so you can rummage through everything we don’t want!

Garage!

Garage!

Don’t be fooled, folks. In our part of the country, this sign doesn’t mean the garage is for sale; it means everything IN the garage is for sale.

Details! Details!

Details! Details!

This sign hopes to attract people who need to buy clothes for their daughters and granddaughters and friends’ daughters. When La Petite was young, I would have gone directly to this sale and left the others for later.

This one, however, says it best.

Now that's a lot of rummage!

Now that’s a lot of rummage!

Folks, one reason I’ve been away is that we are having our own sale through the weekend. The weather forecast threatens to put our sale into the No Power Zone, but we’re ready. Heck, if the neighbors will make coffee on the camp stove again, life will be just fine.

 

 

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Art in the Park and the Garden

We are fortunate to live near a sizable park in the center of our fair city. This park plays host to a number of events, public and private. Family picnics, outdoor church services, 5K run-walks, and more take place here, about half a mile from our home.

One such event is Art in the Park. Participating artists show and sell their pieces all day. Food trucks set themselves up nearby and prepare for hungry crowds. Every year we go, and every year we see something wonderful. This year was no different.

This year's theme: ceramics

This year’s theme: ceramics

Art has value as art, and art can be practical and useful, too. I treated myself to a spoon rest for the stove – blue like my kitchen, and decorated with daisies, of course. Of course! The other pieces are ceramic stakes to label my herbs. “Chuck” has been asking me to label them for years because he gets rosemary and thyme mixed up (parsley and sage he can handle). These little stakes are beautiful, practical, and add a little art to the herb pots on the deck.

Oregano!

Oregano!

Rosemary!

Rosemary!

Thyme in a bottle!

Thyme!

The final purchase was, typical of my shopping prowess, a purse with Hmong needlework. It sort of matches my wallet. Well, maybe I should just say it coordinates with my wallet, another needlework piece.  Hmong work is detailed and colorful with repeated shapes and patterns. I wanted this one on sight.

So folks, here it is: Daisy’s visit to Art in the Park. Not shown: lunch, snacks, and gift(s) for family members who may read the blog. Giggle. 

Art in the Park goodies

Art in the Park goodies

The kettle corn in the back was fabulous. Nothing from the microwave can even come close. Even the foodstuffs were works of art.

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What to do On a Cool Saturday

On a cool Saturday, when the heat wave finally broke, Chuck had a weather headache. He toughed it out and accompanied me to the Farmers’ Market anyway. What did we buy, you ask? Readers, you’re way ahead of me. Of course I took a picture of the goods!

To Market, To Market

To Market, To Market

The most important pieces in the picture are the peas falling all over the center and the cucumbers on the right. It’s time to freeze more peas and make pickles!

Peas! Peas!

Peas! Peas!

As long as I was prepping peas and pickles, I pulled a few bulbs. Remember the magnificent walking onions? They produced some decent bulbs, too. I yanked these from the ground, cleaned them up, diced them, and added them to a batch of sweet bread & butter pickles.

These onions were made for walking

These onions were made for walking.

To summarize, I spent much of Saturday sitting on the deck doing food preparation. The breeze was wonderful, I felt productive, and the pickles were (and still are) delicious.

 

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