During the winter I failed to grow potatoes. I got some scrawny stalks then the seed potatoes turned into something resembling used band-aids after the stalks died.
My sister, the most amazing gardener I've ever known sent me ideas on potato growing.
Any tips for warnings?
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
My Courtyard is Your Courtyard
Supposedly some of our neighbors want to reclaim part of our courtyard for a garden. After attending this weekend's FamilyFarmed Expo I feel pretty inspired to follow-up on this. It's sandy with mixed light but who knows, I'm no master gardner.
I think last year's GlennLeaf Castle Social Committee's two building picnics were successful. One was in June and the other was over Labor Day. While only a portion of the building came out, we had most of the 1407 tier and representation from the others (including PFK).
All winter I've been talking with the retired teacher in the co-op across the courtyard. Mostly we've discussed the Participatory Budgeting in our Ward and the prospect of having tea, but I think it would be great if we could bridge this renter vs. owner divide. In the past few years, a few incidents occured where the co-op members sent mixed-messages of what they think of their renting neighbors. Perhaps hoisting a hot-dog and moaning about the building further west will make us all a little more neighborly.
I think last year's GlennLeaf Castle Social Committee's two building picnics were successful. One was in June and the other was over Labor Day. While only a portion of the building came out, we had most of the 1407 tier and representation from the others (including PFK).
All winter I've been talking with the retired teacher in the co-op across the courtyard. Mostly we've discussed the Participatory Budgeting in our Ward and the prospect of having tea, but I think it would be great if we could bridge this renter vs. owner divide. In the past few years, a few incidents occured where the co-op members sent mixed-messages of what they think of their renting neighbors. Perhaps hoisting a hot-dog and moaning about the building further west will make us all a little more neighborly.
March 16
This morning was the first day of 2010 I sat outside eating breakfast on the porch. Rasberry scones and coffee. A dove in the hanging basket and all the pots ready for planting. This year we plan on peas and beans, and are leaving behind all dreams of cucumbers and tomatoes.
Being shut inside all winter makes one forget how damn loud Glenwood is- the train (especially the express), beer trucks, garbage trucks, kids, that damned dove and my crank radio. Its a good loud. I didn't even have to wear a coat.
Being shut inside all winter makes one forget how damn loud Glenwood is- the train (especially the express), beer trucks, garbage trucks, kids, that damned dove and my crank radio. Its a good loud. I didn't even have to wear a coat.
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