Garden Blogger's Death Day - April 2010 Edition

Garden Blogger's Death Day is sponsored by Kate and Crew over at Gardening Without Skills. GBDD is on the last day of each month. In her words, because no one else's could come close, GBDD is:

...the day for gardeners who overwater, underwater, maim, prune or otherwise neglect their plants to a state of dismal droopage or untimely death. This is the day for gardeners like me with black thumbs who kill more than they cultivate, for cadmium-green-thumbed gardeners who have a lapse in judgment and commit accidental planticide, and for any poor soul whose plants fall victim to that fickle mother who controls us all - Mother Nature.

She's mighty impressive that way, isn't she. Kate, too, of course.

My first GBDD for the season is one by choice. Things haven't been in the ground long enough to die on me yet, however all of my radishes bolted, so I suppose that would count as well, but this edition will focus on the onions I had to pull to make room for some more tomatoes that had to get in the ground.
21 whole POUNDS of onions that had to leave the ground. They had all bolted, so there weren't any large bulbs, but I was still able to chop them up and freeze them for use in cooked dishes. I don't have any for fresh storage, but over all, it was still more successful than last year, so I can't complain.

Then there was this one who wouldn't give up the ghost.

He obviously doesn't understand he's already bolted and won't grow any larger. See where the leaves are shorn off? I grabbed it and when it wouldn't come out I braced my feet on the bed and kept pulling until the leaves just tore right off...and I punched myself in the eye and fell on my butt.

Nice. Looks like he's staying until I meander out there with a shovel and a blowtorch. We'll see who's boss, then.

Head on over to Kate's and see how she did this month!

A Weekend Outing - Tallulah Gorge

Inspired by others who can find such beautiful places to visit in their back yard, last weekend, the man and I took the children to the GA mountains to Tallulah Gorge. Tallulah Gorge is the deepest gorge this side of the Mississippi, which is neat. In 1970, Karl Wallenda walked a tightrope over the gorge which I guess was cool.

We didn't get to go into the state park and see the falls or walk on the suspension bridge, but we did get to see the gorge from above at a road side stop.
You can see the river running at the bottom. It was a beautiful, sunny and rather warm day, so of course, that means the girl needed her snow hat, which she wouldn't put on for love or money during the winter.

They enjoyed seeing the 'hole in the ground.' The boy was rather mystified that a hole could be that big. It was a long drive 1.5 hour drive there and then back for a 15 minute stop, but I was glad we took them. Hopefully we can do more things like this in the near future.

The morning comes early. Sweet gardening dreams.

Standing Proud and Flowering

The winds of last Saturday are still continuing. The broccoli has never fully righted itself, but sure enough, even though they're toppled over, they're arching themselves back to the sun. I don't think the stalks will ever be upright again, but that part seems to be negligent.

The bugs, however, are in full force. I've found tons of aphids on my eggplant and the cabbage worms are making swiss cheese out of my cabbage and broccoli leaves. I've kept to hand picking so far, but I'll have to resort to stronger means sooner or later.

Things are starting to bloom around here. The yellow pear tomatoe plants each have two flowers on them and the peppers have tiny buds. I thought this pepper below particularly interesting since it split from it's main stem and grew in two directions. There's a bud poking out of the apex.
Then, and you'll have to help me with this...the potatoes are flowering. Do potatoes flower?

Lastly, I thought to show Dan how his Cherokee Purple tomatoes are doing. They're rockin' -n- rollin' along and are the healthiest of all of the tomato plants I've got out there. There's no stopping them.

I hope everything is treating y'all just as well.

The morning comes early. Sweet gardening dreams.

Lettuce Harvest Monday

The lettuce in the back bed is growing daily and looking great. Oddly, I've given away more of the lettuce than we've eaten, which means that I haven't kept up with any of the totals for the lettuce, spinach or onions.
I need a garden scale that I can hang from a hook. Preferably one that can withstand the weather. Perhaps I'll look for one soon. How do you manage to keep up with your totals, or are a lot of them just estimated at the end of the season?

The Aftermath

A barrage of fierce storms rolled through all day yesterday. Thank goodness, none of the storms here were as fierce as they were in Mississippi, but we did have our fair share of wind. The broccoli suffered the most of the damage. Seems like all of them have flopped over. I'm hopeful they'll stand themselves upright again when the sun comes out the the soil dries a bit.
Other than that, things have been progressing steadily. The early warm spring weather was a boon for the summer crops and the tomatoes even have flowers already, but it's wreaked havoc with the early spring crops. The onions, radishes and Chinese cabbage have all bolted, making me sad and I'm only hopeful that the broccoli and cabbage can withstand the warm temperatures. It got up to 89 on Friday!

The Gonzalez cabbages are doing a good job of sticking to their square, but if I try them again in the fall, I may just stagger them like the broccoli since they're only now starting to grow heads which, again, has me nervous about bolting.

Last night, in the midst of all of the terrible weather, was our school's prom. The kids all looked so nice. The frufru dresses seem to be a thing of the past and now the silken negligee type dress is in as well as the I'm-so-short-you-can-see-the-crease-between-my-tuchus-and-thigh dress, but it's amazing how the clothes make the kid, for every one of them was saying yes or no Ma'am all night long. They really had a good time and none of them showed up on the county mugshot page this morning, so I'm hopeful they all got home safely.

Helicopters, Snot and Worms

It's the grumble, grumble edition of TCY, I'm afraid.

Last year, since it was the first year of the garden, I had perfect soil and no weeds at all. This year, weeds have blown in, and acorns and pine trees that have taken root. Now there are little helicopter seed pods rooting everywhere and the snot is pouring off of the pine and oak trees. Each sting of snot is invariably ridden down by an inch worm. I can't tell you how many I squished out of the garden today. As a matter of fact, when I was making my point known to the kids, sure enough another string of snot landed on my head along with, what else?, another inch worm.

I'm on edge as to the army that's obviously parachuted down to ransack the garden. I only hope I grabbed the majority of them and I'll find the rest tomorrow.

On the bright side, I've had 100% germination with my cucumbers, squash and zucchini and the radishes and lettuce are producing like mad. Woohoo!

The morning comes early. Sweet gardening dreams.

Determination and Sacrifice

I'm determined to grow carrots this spring. Last spring, they were a total failure and I can't decide if it was because I didn't leave them in the ground long enough or if it got too hot too quickly. During the fall, I had greater success, but I'm eager to prove they can be done this spring as well....that is if they don't bolt like the rest of my onions and all of my red meat radishes did today. *sigh*

Then, I took everyone's advice to heart and thinned out the sweet potatoes in the pots to only two slips per pot. I originally put the others in the main garden, but realized that if I was going to let those carrots grow until they either worked or bolted, I was going to have no where to put my melons. So, I sacrificed the slips and they came out again. I emailed a co-worker today who said she'd love to plant them ASAP. I'm sure they'll be totally stressed after being planted and uprooted three times, but hopefully they'll bounce.

That brings me to another statement, and I don't think it's a complaint. I'm working on the word 'statement.' Monday, I took my surplus tomato seedlings and put them in the faculty mail room. Within three minutes of my school wide email about their availability, my box was returned to me empty. I was thrilled that others would want them. However, I don't know who is going to plant them since no one sent a thank you, which wasn't really necessary and I didn't even think about it until I started getting emails back stating that they were gone, and I didn't have enough, etc. I'm grateful that people would grow them if I started them and I may consider doing some more, and I intended to give them away so I'm not upset by the lack of thank yous, so I don't quite know what I am. Consternated, maybe, that the only ones to respond were ones with mild, although appreciative, rebukes? Eh...maybe I'm not quite sure I am anything at all. I'm most likely just being a girl and over analyzing as is my God given right for being a woman. Just makes me realize I need to vocalize my thanks more, even for the smallest things. It's something I was apparently needing to learn.

The morning comes early. Sweet gardening dreams.