Thursday, July 22, 2010
Things are Improving
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I had a lucky childhood. We were a family of modest means; today we use the term “working class poor” to describe families like mine. I thought that everyone was like my family because in our neighborhood of 580-square-foot homes, each with one tiny bathroom, we all lived similar lives. None of us ever went hungry though the fare was plain—oatmeal or Wheatena for breakfast, peanut butter sandwiches for lunch, meatloaf and mashed potatoes for supper or fresh-caught fish. I grew up on the west coast of
I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes peepin’ into where I’m sleepin’ and the songbirds say hello.
I want to wander through the orange groves where the children used to roam
And go drifting back to
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My million bells and begonias have taken forever to really perk up and look healthy and spread and produce lovely blooms. It has been trying to find a balance of how much to amend my soil, how much to water and fertilize and how much to just leave them alone.
It never ceases to amaze me how some plants can be completely neglected or even self seed themselves in a less than optimal place and then I can baby plants that are supposed to be easy to grow and they just struggle along.
My impatiens look horrible. Too much sun, even though it is only half day full sun. I think maybe it has just been too hot. My hostas are even looking a bit crispy on the leaves and 90+ days that are never ending are just not good for anything, even if you can water. My poor tomatoes have terrible leaf curl from where they are just trying to protect themselves.
I'm going to have to get some rudbeckias for the front beds. Yours look amazing.
The beds are filling in nicely, Mom, even if they're not 100% yet.
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