Winter Ain't 4-evah
"Oh your back porch is so pretty!" Exclaimed our two and 1/2
year old, who speaks as well as a Philadelphia lawyer, as the
saying goes. She threw her arms open wide as if she wanted to
embrace the large plants growing there.
Totally enamored with the lush growth of my giant houseplants,
or summer patio plants, which ever, this child gave me such a
thrill with her appreciation for my growing things. Could
this have come from the lineage of her ancestors, who were
farmers, extraordinaire?
Her sweet, innocent comment got me to thinking, and with that
I plowed into the tropical forest. Trimming, cutting back,
moving less productive plants out, grouping them together more
tightly gave me a cleaned off bench for planting seedlings.
Now this sounds like not much of an accomplishment, but when
one realizes how much I've just saved by not having an
addition built to house them, and for a work bench the
savings go all the way up.
The bench is there, at
waist height, just needed to be cleared of smaller plants.
Combined together they will do just fine. Lined up on the
bench are the pots filled with potting soil. Now all I need
are some tomato, cabbage, broccoli seeds. Onions are already
growing out there and that is so nice. A snip off the tops go
in soups so well, and are great to sprinkle on this and that
for garnish. Growing my own plants will save a bit, too,
always does. I plan to put out some sage seeds. The sage is
so nice for our Native American celebrations.
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