It has been 17 months since I dug my first shovel full of road base in this once sterile backyard of mine. The first thing to go in the ground was my mint collection that I have gathered from the hollers in Tennessee to the canyons of northern Arizona and babied over the past 20 years, and then my Iris from the Arizona Strip homestead where my Great Great Grandmother first planted them. Now those will be the first things to be put back into pots. Yes, it is true, I am moving. Again. It…Continue
July has taken me by surprise. I had expected everything once green to be brown and crispy. Everything. I am so happy I was wrong. Before I blow the trumpet too loudly, I think it only honest that I disclose the number of triple digit heat deaths...
My beautiful pineapple sage died. Both of them. I suppose the loss would be more devastating if I had grown if from seed instead of laying out 5 bucks at Lowes. I was looking forward to harvesting radish seeds right up to the moment…Continue
The garden and I have come to an understanding. I pay close attention and it will feed me. A little.
Keeping the kitty OUT of the beds was my first feat. Laying garden fencing panels over the beds has proven to be very beneficial! Tacky but beneficial. Not only is the kitty…Continue
It has been eleven months since the Valley of the Sun became 'home'. Eleven months since I dragged my buckets of iris and chamomile and orange globe mallow and mint into this foreign land of the sun and said,"Grow!" Alas, every green token of my life before died except the iris and mint. But, iris and mint grow anywhere, right? This spring I scattered chamomile seed in my daughter's now flourishing flowerbeds to no avail. It's a weed! Can I not even grow a weed? Last week I noticed a…Continue
The afternoons are finally heating up, the sun stretching out its rays a little more each day. The okra says thank you and, being part lizard, so do I.Continue
Early morning found me in the garden armed with a brand new spray bottle of neem oil. HaHa! Take that, you nasty bugs! I had been squishing buggies twice a day for a week ~ it was time to pull out the big guns. PRAYING this really helps my tender young plants to reach maturity while I wait for the…Continue
My gardening sweetie from Utah visited bearing gifts. Oh, yes ~ a bucket of Egyptian Onions. Her eyes lit up as she described their antics in her garden, how it made her laugh just to watch them twist and curl unpredictably. She assured me the one thing predictable is their ability of prolific reproduction! A true…
There they were. Two hundred beautiful bean seeds that had traveled the great highways just to grace my garden. It was a gift from my dear friend and fellow-ette gardener from Utah. Oh, the gentle hours I have spent wandering her wandering gardens. Happy beds where herbs mingle with veggies and flowers just because they are beautiful and vines vine where they may. Joyful and serene. Pleasant chaos. Alas, I digress. Back to the beans seeds. The bed had been dug (thank you dear…Continue
I moved here from 10 acres surrounded by hundreds of acres of family land. The juniper and sage were pungent in the summer heat and my girls would bring me bouquets of orange mallow and Indian paintbrush. Fall meant harvesting cactus apples for jelly and the arrival of the small herd of mule deer that wintered with us, gleaning leftover garden treasures and nibbling apples purposely left on the porch for the young fawns. Gardening was hard. Red clay was designed for adobe, not tomatoes and…Continue