of all the things
Jan. 10th, 2005 07:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I got a seed catalog today. "The Cook's Garden."
I don't know how they got my address. Though, I suppose, a simple guess would point the finger at Burpee.
I spent an hour looking through it, and drooling. This is the first time I've ever really had a place with a plot of land. This fall I planted like 50 bulbs-- tulips, daffodils, crocuses-- and put in four bushes (pale purple lilacs, one in front and one in back, and two euonymous bushes). I am totally psyched about gardening and am hampered by not knowing a damn thing about it.
I want an herb garden. I want to grow carrots and flowers. I want a clematis vine up the side of the front porch (my mother's died, but I'm a Zone 6 not a Zone 4 so I bet mine would live...). I want peas and beans in the back yard...
but I don't know a damn thing about gardening, really. I didn't even mulch my bulb beds. All I know is that I have a very wet, poorly-drained, clay-ey back yard, and it's about the size of a two-car garage. Not much room for 12' sunflowers or 6' pole beans. Dave wants raspberries-- but you realize those grow on bushes with SPIKES, don't you?
Dave's reading the catalog just now. He's drooling over the thought of fresh cucumbers. And sugar snap peas.
I wish I knew how to garden. I'd picked out a spot for my herb garden but then I realized it's just north of the house, so it gets no direct sunlight. Duh.
And I have no idea what has to be started indoors beforehand, and what you can just drop into a furrow and water and you're good.
Dave's fantasizing about just turning the entire back yard into a garden. I have to say, I wouldn't really be averse to it. I just don't know what the hell I'm doing.
Two things I'd love to learn: sewing and gardening. I have some dirt, and I have a mysterious antique sewing machine upstairs. But I have neither time nor money. True, a pack of 5,000 carrot seeds is only $4, but it's a slippery slope, and also, when I'm not at work I'm writing three novels. So... I doubt I will learn either hobby. However, long-term, if Dave graduates and gets a full-time job that pays him even a tithing of what he's worth, then I bet I could drop some hours and finish a novel and then maybe. Maybe...
A girl can dream, right?
In other news entirely, I went to finish Ch. 4 of the Vikings Novel and wound up totally rewriting it. So much less banal! It's the first bit from Njall's viewpoint and I remembered that there's meant to be a lot more to him than just being Hunky And Manly. So I'm excited about that again, and now am impatient to have done with posting Ch. 3 next week. Ah well. I still haven't finished Ch. 4 anyway. I sort of took a nap today, and didn't get much done. But, at least I worked on it. All in all, not a bad day off.
I don't know how they got my address. Though, I suppose, a simple guess would point the finger at Burpee.
I spent an hour looking through it, and drooling. This is the first time I've ever really had a place with a plot of land. This fall I planted like 50 bulbs-- tulips, daffodils, crocuses-- and put in four bushes (pale purple lilacs, one in front and one in back, and two euonymous bushes). I am totally psyched about gardening and am hampered by not knowing a damn thing about it.
I want an herb garden. I want to grow carrots and flowers. I want a clematis vine up the side of the front porch (my mother's died, but I'm a Zone 6 not a Zone 4 so I bet mine would live...). I want peas and beans in the back yard...
but I don't know a damn thing about gardening, really. I didn't even mulch my bulb beds. All I know is that I have a very wet, poorly-drained, clay-ey back yard, and it's about the size of a two-car garage. Not much room for 12' sunflowers or 6' pole beans. Dave wants raspberries-- but you realize those grow on bushes with SPIKES, don't you?
Dave's reading the catalog just now. He's drooling over the thought of fresh cucumbers. And sugar snap peas.
I wish I knew how to garden. I'd picked out a spot for my herb garden but then I realized it's just north of the house, so it gets no direct sunlight. Duh.
And I have no idea what has to be started indoors beforehand, and what you can just drop into a furrow and water and you're good.
Dave's fantasizing about just turning the entire back yard into a garden. I have to say, I wouldn't really be averse to it. I just don't know what the hell I'm doing.
Two things I'd love to learn: sewing and gardening. I have some dirt, and I have a mysterious antique sewing machine upstairs. But I have neither time nor money. True, a pack of 5,000 carrot seeds is only $4, but it's a slippery slope, and also, when I'm not at work I'm writing three novels. So... I doubt I will learn either hobby. However, long-term, if Dave graduates and gets a full-time job that pays him even a tithing of what he's worth, then I bet I could drop some hours and finish a novel and then maybe. Maybe...
A girl can dream, right?
In other news entirely, I went to finish Ch. 4 of the Vikings Novel and wound up totally rewriting it. So much less banal! It's the first bit from Njall's viewpoint and I remembered that there's meant to be a lot more to him than just being Hunky And Manly. So I'm excited about that again, and now am impatient to have done with posting Ch. 3 next week. Ah well. I still haven't finished Ch. 4 anyway. I sort of took a nap today, and didn't get much done. But, at least I worked on it. All in all, not a bad day off.
