My Seedlings are Producing

I think I am going to grow from seedlings from now on- the process was so much more fun and intimate (not hat kind of intimate you perverts). This is only 1/3 of the harvest of tomatoes which have started to turn colors. I think I am going to seriously get a couple hundred tomatoes out of three raised beds. And I have at east fifty green tomatoes that are going to come from the seedlings I decided were going to die and threw in the compost pile and they decided to grow out of it. A good haul.

Of course I immediately turned them into dinner:

The only thing I don’t like about this house is I just feel like several people could be living here and taking advantage of it. Maybe when I win the powerball and move to the middle of nowhere in the new Balloon Juice compound (like Branch Davidians, but without all that creepy child rape and Jesus shit) I will be able to find a nice young couple who will love it and really get the most out of it, because this house has a lot to give.

What’s shaking my people?

Sunday Morning Garden Chat: Serenity

Because I think we could all use some serenity, great shots from commentor Dan B:

I think the pictures were taken in south Bellevue, Wa, across Lake Washington from Seattle.

Wobbles the kitty would be in a garden in the Beacon Hill neighborhood of Seattle.

I’m finally starting to get some ripe tomatoes from my rootpouch ‘garden’ north of Boston. Ate the first fine, fat Carmello with some marinated feta from a local farmstand and a little olive oil… and remembered why I go to so much trouble and aggravation every spring!

What’s going on in your garden(s), this week?


Fresh off the vine:

I had not inspected the tomatoes since Tuesday when I watered (we’ve been in a dry spell here, which started approximately the minute I planted the willow tree), and on about four of my plants a full third of the plant had been defoliated by hookworms. Taylor and I just sat on the ground for about 45 minutes and picked a dozen of the bastards. I don’t want to use BT if I don’t have to, so I’m just going to be on these worms like ugly on an ape for a few days. Fuckers.

They worked QUICK, too. It was seriously only about 48 hours. A few of them were three to four inches long and as wide as a sharpie.

Sunday Morning Garden Chat: Blooming in the Northwest

Vistas of a perfect summer afternoon, from ever-reliable gardener and commentor Opie Jeanne:

Pink cranesbill, related to geraniums.

Our back driveway hasn’t been mowed yet this year.


Annie in the jungle under the pear trees.

Blue cranesbill.


This white flower is supposed to repel snails and slugs, and I can’t remember its name. I don’t think it does much except for itself.

Clematis, Sally Holmes roses, and cranesbill.


What’s going on in your garden(s), this week?

Sunday Morning Garden Chat: Not An Expected Visitor…

From indefatiguable gardener / commentor Ozark Hillbilly:

We had a visitor… All pics and video by my wife from her cell phone

(There was also a short video, but I can’t figure out how to embed .mov files on FYWP.)

Backyard bears are a common enough sight in eastern Massachusetts that the state government has a web page about them. But then, unlike OH’s neighborhood, we get the video clips on the nightly news because The Responsible Authorities are never more than a few minutes away!


Not exactly garden-related, but we’ve just capped several thoroughly disruptive weeks revolving around a caravan to Michigan (pursuant to the ancient folk ritual of celebrating a family wedding by rigorously stress-testing one’s own) with the news that the mystery plumbing back-up in the basement is related to ‘a big clog out where the pipe joins the city line’. And while there’s a temporary fix in place, a permanent resolution will involve paying to have the public street dug up, at the predicted cost of ‘some tens of thousands of dollars.’ I have an uneasy feeling this is going to be one of those catastrophes that our home insurance doesn’t cover, of course…

What’s going on in your garden(s) this week?

Thursday Morning Garden Chat: Shade Corner

Because we deserve a break, here’s the promised second half of commentor Misamericanthrope‘s lovely arrangements:

The shade corner of my garden was the last thing to come together this year. It’s jam-packed and I am hopeful that it will be even more spectacular mid-season. I have included a close-up of the Fuchsia “Autumnale” blooms [top pic]. I generally buy it for its foliage so the hearty blooms were a pleasant surprise.

Across from the shade corner is a pot near the rear entrance to my building. This grouping features Purple Heart, Euphorbia, and Dorotheanthus.

And lastly, here’s a photo of the plantings on a friend’s front porch that I put together. I made her the concrete planters a few years back and now it is a Spring ritual to fill them up.

So lovely — and so restful!

Late Night Open Thread: Gamerz & Luzers

The Spousal Unit is on vacation this week, and there was much smack talked about Accomplishing Projects around the house / yard, but it’s been almost 100 degrees for the last three days and there’s only so much the window air conditioning units can do against the officially ‘oppressive’ humidity. We did get to the garden center today, and by a miracle I actually found annuals to fill out the remaining flower spaces that met both my critical standards and those of Himself… but that means being outside in the damned daytime tomorrow, hauling planters & shifting dirt. If you don’t see any posts with my name, either the heat got me or I’ve been arrested for spousal murder.