Monday, March 30, 2009

Ladybugs

These hungry bright red predators are thriving in my garden. Some are dark red. Some are orange. Some have spots. Some do not. I took a bunch of photos of ladybugs this weekend. They were everywhere. I didn't even see the aphids until the ladybugs arrived. Some of the aphids may be visible in these images if you click on the image to enlarge. The gal in the image below is going hunting so be vewy, vewy qwuiet. I believe all the tomatoes (3 different varieties) have blossoms. I have high hopes for my salsa garden. Those ladies can stick around as long as they like. Once their babies have emerged, I'll try to remember to take their baby pictures and post them here.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Bouganvillea

Three years ago, I had a wall of San Diego Bougainvillea. San Diego and Scarlett O'Hara varieties are essentially the same. My biggest, grandest plant (true Scarlett) was planted in the corner of the property along the wall. Sadly, a freeze last year killed (I thought) my plants. I waited until July and saw no green and no growth. It was time to move on. The loppers came out and I hacked away at the dead remains with hopes of finding some kind of life. No luck. I dug the dead stumps out and pitched them over the wall except for one stump that would not let go of the clay soil.
Amazingly, that one stump started to sprout at the end of summer. I was delighted to have a survivor; and sick that I had dug up all the others. At the end of last summer, the dude noticed what he thought was a weed in the corner of the property along the wall. Scarlett had returned to Tara! I dug her up and am now trying to nurse her back to health. The other stubborn plant is now changing its bracts to hot pink.

Kind of appropriate for Easter.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Espalier (Es-pal-YAY)

Previously, I posted that the correct pronunciation for espalier was (Es-pal-yer). No, no, no you boneheaded American. Today, I asked someone fluent in French (someone from France for Pete's sake) how to properly pronounce the word "espalier". She confirmed my original belief that the correct way is es-pal-YAY. That made my weekly Basque lunch all the better knowing I got one right. By the way, all the espalier trees are doing well but will not hold fruit this season. The little babies just aren't stronge enough yet to hold the fruit.
Tomorrow, it's back out to the garden to get back to work. It's hot and the ladybugs are feasting. Hope to have photos posted tomorrow.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Few Words




Citrus blossoms are starting to fill the air. Other blossoms are joining in.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Peas Porridge Hot....

The 1st planting of peas is thriving and the 2nd planting is following closely behind. I remember growing peas with my dad when is was a little girl. They would climb up the chain link fence in our backyard. We would pick them, shell them, and eat them before they could even make it into the kitchen. I hope this variety will be just as satisfying. At the very least, it will bring back some fond memories.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Weeds

The weather is so great with cool air and clean skies. Even the weeds look good. In a short time, the sky will fade to grey-brown and the weeds will too. I hope the salsa garden will be worth enduring the heat of summer.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Harvest!


Yippee! Radishes were pulled this evening to add to the salad for the dinner table. Along with BBQed Honey Mustard Chicken and a baked potato, everything was delicious. The radishes are called Sparkler. Zowy. They're peppery. So far, so good on the garden front. Today, was wonderful. It rained and was nice and cool. There's now a dusting of snow in the mountains. Wonderful.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Blue Tuesday

This petunia is called Blue Daddy. Pretty awesome - huh? These are planted in the holes of the cinder blocks forming the raised bed for my onions. Enjoy this clever video with the song provided by Elmer Fudd.

Monday, March 16, 2009

If You Ain't Irish...

Not everyone is Irish. Not everyone wants to be Irish...not even on St. Patrick's Day. Why not grab an orange or two off the tree and carve out your own form of protest. Get it? Protest? Protestant? Garden humor doesn't have to be dirty.