Sunday, February 22, 2009

Who's been eating my tomato plants?

I think it is a Hornworm...

The other day, while taking a peak out the window into the garden, I noticed something had eaten the leaves off one of my tomato plants. So, I marched out to the garden ready to squash the "bugger." But, found nothing. Today while Vern and I were transplanting some of the seedlings he started, he pointed out that while the leaves were growing back nicely on the plant previously eaten, the "bugger" had nibbled all the leaves off a different tomato plant. Okay, I still have three tomato plants with leaves and two have flowers beginning!!!

The pepper plants however are growing strong...yummy, I can almost taste the spicy infused vodka in the most Perfect Parade Bloody Mary!!! SPIN IT...SPIN IT....

Monday, February 2, 2009

Spring is in the air

Happy Groundhog Day!!!

I know if you are one of my Michigan Blooming Buddies, you are dreaming about your spring garden and here in Arizona the winter rains have my front yard bursting with what Vern calls "my weeds." And, I remind him that once "my Weeds" burst into bloom even the passers by slow their gait, or vehicle of choice to take in the beautiful display of color and smile.

BL, before Linda, Vern's front yard was a well orchestrated desert landscape with a couple of trees a Palo Verde and a Palo Brea, some fab Cati and a few containable flower patches. All of which I love and was a part of picking out.

However, after that informative and seed collecting class at the Desert Botanical Garden (DBG) I headed out to the front yard and carefully placed each type of seed precisely where I had learned they would best grow. That winter rains were light and after handfuls of seed, I had a few patches of wild flowers. Nice, but if I would have put that much seed down in Michigan I would have had a small forest of wild flower. Thus, when it came time to dead head, I let the plants go to seed. After all, I wanted a magnificent display of desert blooms. A display that would be so spectacular that it would make it hard for me to lament my peonies and the tulip bulbs from our trip to Amsterdam left back at the house in Royal Oak.

Now, we both have a better understanding of the "wild" in wild flower. At first I blamed the scattering of seed and bloom on the untimely relief of the landscapers who, each week blew clean our front yard with one of those noisey leaf blowers. This season I am giddy with anticipation and happily await the burst of bloom from the scattered seed that maybe I might be to blame.