My Inspiration

As I have gone through the many trials and tribulations of my life, I have always found solace in the garden. No matter how hectic the times, there is something so peaceful and serene about watching the daily developments. My directions have been many including annuals, vegetables and a plethora of perennials. The earliest adventures were in my Dad's garden where tomato plants grew into a jungle, at least 5 foot high and held up by chain link fence pieces just so they could bear the weight of the fruit. Although I have not been able to grow a plant quite so vigorous, I am willing to concede that his method of mulching with fall leaves (and lots of them) has merit. Since I have no trees in my yard, my compost comes from my handy little electric composter. It will come as no surprise to anyone who ever spent time with me and my Dad that I experience the same satisfaction in my garden that he did when tending to his garden.







Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Beauty of the Compost


 Even though I took these pictures last week, I still feel it necessary to note the differences between the plants that I treated to the compost from my little electric composter, and the one that I did not feed.  This two are planted next to each other and are treated exactly the same except for the initial addition of the compost to the plant to the right.  Since then, I have treated both in the same manner and they are now both bearing fruit (yellow squash).

I love that my honeysuckle is growing dramatically and is covered in blooms and bees.  I am not sure that I am happy that little plants are spouting all over my lawn!  They are as abundant as the weeds that have spread throughout my grass.  I feel that it is necessary to treat for the weeds - I am not happy about the chemicals that I will be forced to use but I have lost control trying to pull them all.
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