I’ve been spending a lot of time lately outside in the garden. After a long semester, it feels good to have dirt under my fingernails. Since we had such an early spring and mild winter here this year, I was able to start things from seed outdoors (in my cute little seed-starting-pod contraptions). I’ve never attempted starting things from seed indoors because You Know Who would probably chew whatever managed to grow. But this year, I’ve gotten zucchini, tomatoes, Jalapenos, basil, and parsley–all from super-cheap seed packets from Walmart. Score!

So far, I’ve transplanted the zucchini and herbs and almost all of the tomatoes into the actual garden spot. I still have several tomatoes I need to figure out where to put. Some will go in containers, others will find spots in the garden–somewhere in the middle, I think. When Sharon and I gardened together, everything was in neat rows. It was so organized and adorable. When I garden by myself, apparently things are a little more…um, can we say whimsical? That makes it sound nice, doesn’t it? Because I do not, apparently, do well with planting in rows.

But all is well. Whimsical is fine. And going back to the tomatoes, I have a dilemma. I bought two kinds of tomatoes, roma and cherry. I planted the seeds on different sides of the planters.

And then I forgot which was which.

So, I have no idea which plants are romas and which are cherries. Now I can’t get rid of any of the plants, because I don’t want to end up with all of one variety. A lot of the seeds took. So…if all of these plants grow, and if all of these plants produce, then I am going to have a boatload of tomatoes this summer.

(Which, honestly, I’m totally fine with.)

(But don’t hold your breath.)

(Because I’ve never done very well with tomatoes in the past.)

Yesterday morning, I made some tonics for the garden, the roses, and the yard. I got to haul out all my weird garden-y tonic ingredients, which made me feel eccentric. Eccentric is fun. Kind of like whimsical.

On the garden went a concoction of fish fertilizer, instant tea, soap, and whiskey. On the grass went a mix of Murphy’s oil soap, mouthwash, and tobacco “tea.” And the roses got more whiskey, soap, and peroxide.

I can assure you that these tonics smelled exactly as good as you would imagine.

(Also–I did not invent these myself.)

(And, I spilled some mouthwash in our garage accidentally, so now the garage smells like Listerine. It’s not as bad as you would imagine.)

I realized as I was making the tonics that many of these ingredients are awfully old. I bought them two years ago. I hope the plants don’t mind old whiskey and tobacco juice. You don’t think they’ll be able to tell the difference, do you?

This week and next, I’ll finish the planting and will hopefully finish putting down the pine straw I got for mulch. I have to do this in stages because I’m putting down newspaper first, but I’m only using the free local paper, so when I run out I have to wait for the next issue to come out. I only feel a little bad that I’ve never once read the local paper…but it does make good weed cover.

So, that’s how things are growing around here. One of my zucchini plants is just about busting with little zucchinis, and my fingers are firmly crossed that things will continue to go as well as they seem to be going so far. Heaven knows I could use a good gardening year!

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  1. Mom
    Posted May 9, 2012 at 10:34 am | Permalink

    Beautiful garden!! Great job!! I think it just takes a couple of years or more to get the soil healthy enough to raise a good garden. So, your time has been very fruitful – no pun intended!

    • Posted May 11, 2012 at 10:07 am | Permalink

      Well, let’s hope the soil is doing better this year!

  2. beth
    Posted May 11, 2012 at 7:31 am | Permalink

    On planting gardens in rows: according to the book I’m reading (1491 by Charles Mann), the original Americans (ie pre-European colonization Americans) planted everything all together. So much so, that when the Europeans arrived, they couldn’t recognize the gardens as such. Apparently gardens akimbo is better for the soil. Take that organization! :)

    • Posted May 11, 2012 at 10:10 am | Permalink

      Yaaaaaaay! :)

      • Posted May 11, 2012 at 10:10 am | Permalink

        And now I will pretend it was entirely intentional… lol.

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