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Greenhouse Update - Last Day of March 2021

As I write this post this morning, snow is falling from the sky again.  We're also under a winter storm warning.  I'm so over the snow and the winter, yet it's hanging on just a bit longer.   Yesterday, we officially cleared all the snow from the greenhouse roof.  The sun warmed the space nicely and we saw temps hit 70 degrees happen inside.  Then this morning we woke up to snow falling from the sky...sigh.   That said we've been slowly working on prepping the greenhouse for the coming growing season.  I've spent a bit of time cutting all of the dead plants back, after having left them to finish their natural cycle last season as fall and winter moved through Interior Alaska.   Once the dead tops were cut back we moved all of the containers onto the planting benches.  Getting most of the containers off the ground, or at the very least into the sun, will encourage the soil to thaw a bit faster.  After the soil has thawed we can move to the next step of prepping the c

Am I His Garden Legacy?

I have faint childhood memories of my grandfather’s garden.  Climbing the steps to the upper yard adjacent to the sprawling garden, the pride, and joy of my grandfather’s summers.  Their home that once stood at 1519 B Street in Omaha, Nebraska, was built in kind of a hillside with an exterior staircase leading to the upstairs apartment where my great grandmother lived.  The big garden my grandfather was so proud of was also at the top of the back stairs.  I wish I had photos of his garden, it's its glory days.  Unfortunately, it's all gone, the house was torn down and the gardens are no more.  The lot is vacant, the google earth view shows me the green lot where the house once sat.   1519 B Street taken in 1998 when my grandmother sold the house My grandfather was a quiet man who sat with his cats and watched the world go by from the back porch of this house.  He rolled his own cigarettes and was a solemn man.  He started seeds in old cotton socks he cut into small squares and

Adventures in Sourdough

I started my adventure with sourdough in 2008 when we lived in Missouri. I was learning to make bread and thought it was a great idea to try learning sourdough at the same time.  I won't say it was a mistake, we'll call it a learning experience. While all of my adventures with sourdough have been a learning experience, they all end the same way.  With a dead starter.  Why?  Because I generally give up on it and end up pushing it to the back of the fridge, later tossing it out as another experiment gone awry.  If I’m brutally honest, they all ended up tossed because it was too much work trying to keep up with it.  All right so with all of the said, why am I talking about this? Because I’ve started another experiment.  I dug out our copy of  Bake Your Own Bread  and flipped to the marker.  That marker has been in there since 2008 when I started playing with sourdough, and to be brutally honest the only thing I have ever done from this book is start sourdough starter.  I’m a fan o

Starting Herb Seeds & Never Ending Winter

As I write this it's 7am, the wind is howling and there is a fresh layer of snow that fell overnight.  The skies are a winter grey and I'm sure the wind is here for the day.  Born and raised in Wyoming you'd think I would be able to cope with the wind.  Honestly, there is nothing that grates on my nerves more than the wind.  I hate the wind.  This winter seems to be never-ending.  Here's hoping there's truth in the saying "In like a lion, out like a lamb".  Wednesday, I spent some time starting my herb seeds.  I decided this year, along with my usual suspects, I'd plant a few less common herbs.  Of course, there is basil, oregano, sage, rosemary, dill, parsley, peppermint, and cilantro, but I've added camomile, marjoram, lemon balm, and lemon mint (aka wild bergamot).  My thoughts for this year's garden were to grow some herbs that would build a bit of a tea garden.  I'll be dehydrating some of these herbs for tea next winter.   The seeds

Journal Journey for the Garden Season

Monday I walked into the greenhouse for the second time this year, it was 40 degrees.  The sun had been shining on my happy place all morning, warming the heart of my summer space.  It will be too cold for plants for another couple of months, but it's still above freezing during the day.   As I started cleaning up the greenhouse, I ponder how I'd go through this garden season.  Last year I tried to do stories on Instagram and I won't lie, it was painful to film and talk and try to work into the trend.  I'm thinking this year I'll stick with what I know and love, rather than videos.   I’m a writer and a photographer, not a videographer. This is one of those things that maybe makes me a bit of a Luddite. It seems like the world of blogging is slowly being replaced by the vlog. I honestly keep thinking about it, mulling over the idea of a vlog, but it's not in me.  It's not in my heart or my soul.  I love looking at the world through the lens of a camera and I

Preparing for the 2021 Garden

As I write this it's Sunday, late afternoon and giant snowflakes are falling from the sky.  Our little acreage is still in winter hibernation and it's 18 degrees.  Yet, here we are knee-deep in prepping for this year's garden.  Hopelessly yearning for spring and the long hours of daylight that will come with it. Right now the greenhouse is a hot mess!   I'm not sure if you can tell in the pic, but there is stills snow on the greenhouse roof. At the end of the season last year, we were spent and tired.  Prepping the space for the next season was the last thing we cared about. After the final harvest, I just closed the door and walked away.  I left the plants to freeze and die back on their own. We use the greenhouse for additional cold storage during the winter months.  We stash garden hoses, lawn furniture, and the wheel barrel in there.  We also stash cardboard boxes between trips to the dump. This past weekend, we rolled back the shade cloth and started some clean-up.