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Grow and Show

Perhaps it’s because I am now in charge of the garden and not one of my mom’s minions, but I am now a proud gardener. 

As a kid I used to begrudge my time in the garden – it always happened when other summer activities were in full swing, like long weekends when friends went swimming or camping. I was planting or weeding or harvesting. 

Planting wasn’t too bad, but it sure took a long time to see the results of one’s labour. Weeding was the worst, as it seemed to be a losing battle. (I still feel that way most days but I’ve learned to feel the worth in anger management therapy. ) Harvesting was fun as it was the payoff – but it’s like cycling downhill… there is another side to it. 

All downhills have an up, and the garden harvest has to be eaten. Since it tends to be ready in large quantities at once, this means processing what you can’t eat right away. I still have a vivid sensory memory of the yucky taste in my mouth after sucking the air out of blanched snow peas and beans. (The freezer bags came with a short straw to do your own “vacuum sealing”. It was a good concept but I have since learned squishing the bag is just as good. )

Now I take pride in every little victory, and I check every morning to see the changes. (It’s funny how it took me many miles in life before I could fully appreciate short spans of time.) I suppose this is just another way of stopping to smell the flowers, isn’t it, Mumsy?

So, here’s my “grow and show” for this week:

The first cucumber! Now if only my lettuce would catch up.

Basil! To go with …

Tomatoes! The red plastic is working. This black krim in the greenhouse is the first to bear fruit (with the plastic they are supposed to bear more fruit earlier.)

My pride and joy – the Pink Gilbert grape vine that grows over the stone wall and makes the perfect picture with the window Martin made. I finally got its shoots thinned today.


Cheers to all those gardeners out there, and to the many eaters that share in our harvest.  Here’s to a bountiful season!

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A Day Off in the Garden

There is no such thing as a day off in the garden. If you are not yet a gardener, be forewarned – gardening is not for the faint of heart, or back. That said, the rewards are beautiful and often delicious. 

I am working on the vegetable garden finally, now that things have warmed up and it’s stopped raining. Unfortunately that meant the weeds got a really good head start. 

I was about 1/3 of the way through at this point – can you see the mounting pile of pulled weeds over the fence? The purple flowers are what we used to call “puff balls” when I was a kid; they are like dandelions on steroids. This specimen was 3-1/2 feet tall!


It took me a whole afternoon to get through half the plot and pull the weeds out. Another thing about gardeners is they rarely if ever have a temper – pulling weeds might be some of the best anger management therapy around. 

Tilling our soil is like digging in cement at the beginning of the season, so this year we decided to get smart and just put some more “good dirt” on top. 

In comes 3 cubic yards of Garden Mix from Dogwood Nursery, to the rescue!


Another afternoon was spent getting the rest of the earth tilled and the dirt moved into place. We finished by laying the sprinkler lines, and toasted with cocktails to our good luck that no hoses had leaks and we could quit for the day. 

So now all I have to do is plant the veggies. Writing all this down I realize that sounds a bit ridiculous. I’m not exactly selling this to a newbie, am I ?

One last note: even herbs can get to be more work than you expect. Be careful what you wish for. 

My herb patch is in the foreground – notice the wild grass and the lemon balm? This is despite me digging out the weeds every spring.


I have come to love the more wild style that is euphemistically known as an English garden but every year I make my “notes to self”. This year’s addition is to plant lemon balm in a container. It has infiltrated every other herb growing in the patch. 

May your labours be in love as mine are – it’s the best revenge, to love what you do. 

How to brighten a green thumb

I haven’t been able to do as much in my garden as I would like this spring. It’s too cold and wet. The ground is cold for the plants and the wind is cold for me. So, to cheer myself up I went to the nursery. 

This might sound like backwards behaviour but I felt better as soon as I got there. I could smell the fresh cut flowers. I chuckled at the whimsical garden statues (who wouldn’t love to have a smirking dragon lying in their grass?). It was drizzling as I headed to the tables of plants under tarps; not many souls except me and a few foul weather friends. 


I was inspired with a few new ideas, and made notes for a future visit on what I wanted to plant. 

In the end I splurged on a few plants I needed to replace – lemon verbena, globe basil and an heirloom beefsteak tomato. They were ones that are hard to find and they should be happy in my greenhouse for the next week or so.  Just for fun I decided to include a few geraniums that will be my salute to Canada’s sesquicentennial. 


I almost skipped up to the exit with my finds, and I hummed on the way home. It was still drizzling but I didn’t care. My green thumb was definitely brighter. 

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