Lots of things buzzing in my neck of the woods. Exciting updates to come! For now, enjoy some photos I snapped this past week on my sweet yellow beauty.
Weather continues to shift, hummingbird sighted in garden, lower level of compost turned to black gold. Bees on blossoms, tomato, orange, possible future of urban apiary.
Happy Saturday! I’m enjoying a rainy weekend here in San Diego, relaxing after a two-day garden makeover, thankful for the weather-induced excuse to hibernate with the cat and watch the clouds roll around the buildings downtown.
Pardon the Photo Booth quality, my digital pal pooped out on me this week!
The areas covered with straw were previously wrecked with weeds of all kind, and the soil was hard as dried out clay. Once the back-breaking hours of weeding and tilling were complete, I had the joy of potting some kale, arugula, and collards, along with an assortment of flowers I picked up from City Farmers. Not only is the straw more aesthetically pleasing, it will cut down on weeds and soften the soil for future use! It’s also serving as wonderful insulation for the compost pile.
This tomato plant was left here by the previous inhabitants of 555, and it has grown relentlessly with no aid for the past six months! I cut back almost a third of the wild growth and trellised the strongest stems up a teepee I constructed out of found materials in the shed.
The vegetable garden is flourishing and I couldn’t be happier with the harvest it has already provided us, yummy lettuces, bok choy, parsley and kale. Looking forward to enjoying the brussel sprouts and cabbage come Springtime.
Last but not least, some much needed color for the front porch!
Happy growing, friends. Scott is making stir fry and my belly is grumbling. I hope your blustery is beautiful, wherever you may be!
Happy Tuesday everyone! I can’t believe we are more than halfway through this first month of the new year. With taking on added responsibilities at work and resuming part-time nannying, trying to fit in time with my sister before she heads back to Brooklyn, and managing the growth spurt in the garden of weeds and friends alike, I have found myself caught up in a whirlwind of commitments and to-do lists. The one chore I take the most pleasure in, is in watering the house plants. I absolutely feel mad with glee when, within an hour, I notice the leaves perk and reach after they have had their fill.
This plant* on the entryway bookcase was a gift from my Mom for Christmas. My sister had the pot stored in my Grandma’s garage, and I was able to convince her (with some coaxing) to give it to me. They are the most adorable match! It has already grown two or three inches since I potted it a few weeks ago.
It is nice to have hobbies we can enjoy and I love to see what others do in their creative free time, and to share what I take joy in during mine. I am surrounded by some amazing talents and lovers of the earth. It feels wonderful to be settling down here in San Diego and I am thankful for what this year holds!
* If anyone knows what this plant is, I do not, so please share!
The more I find myself attentive to and concerned with the minor details, the more I find myself enthralled with the whole. Watching the cat knead the bed in search of the perfect sleeping place, picking camouflaged caterpillars off the brussel sprout leaves, studying the swirls of cream until the coffee is stirred, these things bring me to my knees of reality, where I am humbled by the whole.