I used some to bake cookies the other day, and it may have been my imagination, but I thought they were extra delicious and full of vanilla goodness. I didn’t keep track of everything I spent but I feel like this is a much cheaper way to get my vanilla fix. And even if it isn’t, it was fun to try. The only bad part is you really have to plan ahead. It takes months for the alcohol to extract the vanilla goodness. On the bright side if you’re not doing a lot of baking very closely together you can you add more alcohol and it will continue to extract the goodness from the same beans.  The vodka extract leaves a cleaner, vanilla taste, and the rum imparts a richer, warmer flavor. Both are super yummy. I bet they’ll both make a super yummy post planting cocktail. I’ll have to get back to you on that.

Here is a (not very good, sorry) picture of my seedlings that I started about 10 days ago.  I had them in the greenhouse, but it wasn’t quite warm enough for germination, so I brought them in and set them on top of a heat register in my bathroom.  Dancing around it has been totally worth it because within two days all these little guys came shooting up.  I have taken the plastic lid off the top because they were brushing it and it was wet.  I didn’t want any weird fungus among us.  Now that most of these have popped I will move them into the bedroom where it tends to be a couple degrees cooler (though still warmer than the greenhouse) and hopefully a few more will poke up their heads.  A flat of peppers will move into the bathroom next.  Peppers really like a germination temp around 80 degrees and up.  It won’t be that warm, but hopefully a few will be encouraged to start growing.  I feel like I’m under a bit of a time crunch because I usually plant the first or second weekend in April.  Our “last frost date” is in March, but I don’t trust the weather guy.  He has burned me before.  Or should I say, frozen me, and with our wacked out weather this year I’ll definitely be on my guard.

Later!

Today I did a lot of work in the garden.  I started by  putting down a bit more cardboard, and then I covered it with mulch.  I am extending the garden by a couple of feet.  I put the cardboard down to kill the weeds and the mulch breaks down and enriches the soil.

This is what I put down at the end of last year.  I peeled it back so I could take a peek at how things were going along.  The box is breaking down nicely, but more importantly, the soil looks amazing.  The worms have been working it and the grass, the evil, evil grass, is gone.

Then I put these peas into the soil and I planted some swiss chard seeds.  In a couple of weeks I’ll also put in some pea seeds.  I’m trying to spread out the harvest a bit.

Then I moved on the greenhouse.  Things are going well in there.  I repotted some tomato seedlings.  I’m not at all sure what they are besides the fact that they are tomatoes.  I can tell that from the leaves.  I’m also certain they are indeterminate heirlooms, simply because that is what I had at the time of planting.  The rest will be a grand adventure.

Today I also repotted some butternut squash.  And some Big Boy tomatoes.  Notice that I know actually know what they are.  I wrote them down.  For the first time ever.  I am also tracking germination rates.  For the first time ever.  It will be interesting to see how things go and to see if there is any kind of difference in seed company reliability.

I’ll post a bit more about what seed companies I’ve used and what I’ve planted later.  I kind of want to see what actually comes up first.

The end result is 180 seeds tucked into the soil and in a few days I’ll hopefully see a few little sprouts.  I, of course, don’t have room for 180 plants, but I always over plan.  I assume I’ll screw up something along the way.  And if not I’ll pass them on.  Seeds are so much more affordable than plants that I can’t see not planning ahead and over planting.

Happy (over) planting.

Photo Credit Chesapeake Bay Program

I want to buy some land.  Why?  Cause where I live used to be relatively peaceful until a high school was built nearby.  VERY nearby.  Like I feel like I’m at the football/softball/baseball game when I am puttering around my yard.  The lights from the field shine in my window nearby.  It sucks.  For lots of reasons, really, but mostly because I’m one of those silly people who like peace and quiet as well as being able to see the stars at night.  That is something that is hard to come by living near the high school.  I can hear their announcements, their games, even the squealing of tires and thumping of music after a game ends.  It can go on quite late.  And for a person who hates a lot of “artificial” noise, it can be maddening.

So, for some time now, the Handyman and I have been on a hunt for an agreeable piece of land.  Agreeable (to me) meaning that I have less than a half hour drive to a decent grocery store and a reasonable drive to meet with friends.  His version of agreeable would be 20 acres of woods and swamp away from civilization.  Obviously, there will be compromise in this area.  I am hoping that we can find somewhere between 1 and 5 acres where I can have a garden and another greenhouse.  I wouldn’t mind if were a bit out of the way, but I do want emergency services to be able to reach us if we need them.  The problem is that we live in an area where the price of land is inflated because of our location.  We live in something of a tourist area what with all the beaches and such.  I get it.  I really do.  But I think people are asking for way more than the land is worth.  We really want to build something ourselves.  Something out of reinforced concrete to withstand the hurricanes that come our way.  But now that the banks are being bailed out yet again, it seems our dream is even slightly farther out of reach.  The really bad part is, we are the kind of people who live within our means.  We don’t go out and spend money that we don’t have.  We are quite frugal for the most part, so the government will never have to bail us out.  I hope that one day we find what we are looking for.  For now, I’ll keep planning on planting my garden and saving my pennies while I day dream of my some day house and garden.

This guy.  Totally.  He makes me crazy, but one look and I was a goner.  We won’t discuss how long ago that was, okay?  He’s pretty wonderful.  He builds things.  Like greenhouses.  And he changes oil.  And… get this… he cooks.  He doesn’t clean up after, but his mac and cheese is out of this world.  *sigh*  He’s kind of funny, too, if you appreciate the sense of humor a 15 year old boy would have.  He’s smart.  Most of the time.  I also have to admit, he lets me get away with a lot.  I’m spoiled.  I won’t tell him that, though.

Izzy.  She is snoring next to me right now.  She is soft and warm and purry.  That is enough.

My garden.  This is an old picture. 2008 I think.  But it is the best photo I have of my tomato set up.  It works really well for me.  I think this year I am going to change tactics a bit and move to more hybrids and less heirlooms.  Who am I kidding?  The reality is that I will plant twice as many tomatoes as ever.  I am hoping to can some this year so it should work out fine.  I hope.  Last year kinda stank.  Stupid drought.

Tomatoes.  All types.  Yum.  Reference the above item.

Bees.  They are groovy.  We have a few hives.  I love watching the ladies work.  We don’t fiddle with them too much and only harvest every other year.  We started keeping bees because one year, my garden did nothing.  Zip.  Zilch.  We needed bees.  So we got them and our natural pollinator population has soared, along with the health of our hives.  We are more interested in maintaining healthy hives than producing honey, which is why we choose to only rob them every so often.  Plus robbing them is work.  Sticky work.

That being said, I also love this stuff.  Golden goodness.  I’m pretty sure this is what the ancient Greeks were talking about when they referred to ambrosia.  Have you ever chewed on fresh comb?  Oh. My. Goodness.  Especially since we harvest in the fall when temps are still up.  I think it makes it extra yummy and chewy.  We use the honey, obviously, but we also use the wax.  I use it to make balms for my skin and this year we played about with making some candles.  Also, we give it away as gifts.  Of course, we also give some of the honey away.  I think next year he is planning on selling more though.  Not so much to turn a profit, but to cover the cost of some new hives he is building to replace some older ones.

I think on that sweet note, I’ll bid you a Happy Valentine’s Day.  I hope your day is filled with love and happiness.

Til next time, happy growing!

So I saw this on Pinterest and I thought No Way would this work. But never a gardener to let any opportunity to try growing something pass me by, I gave it a go. And, Dear Friends, it works. At first it was slow going, but in the past week they have taken off. All you need to do it is use the greens and then stick the whites in a small jar of water. Place in a sunny window and wait. I change the water every couple of days. If you have chlorinated water I would let it set a bit or filter it first. Not sure how many “harvests” I’ll get but, I’m already ahead of where I would be so I’ll take it! Happy growing.

One thing I didn’t get from her is a black thumb.  Sorry, Maternal One, but you know it is true.  My talent with the chlorophylled enabled comes from the other side of the gene pool.  That’s OK, though because she’s crafty and I am, not.  As in Not. At. All.  I am the “I can rig things together to make something work” kind of crafty.  She is the “I can make things look pretty and coordinate with five other objects” variety.  Such is life.  You can’t win all of the genetic cards I suppose.

So, why am I rambling in the first place?  It’s my Mom’s birthday.  And besides, the obvious, which is if she didn’t exist neither would I, she has allowed me to continue breathing in spite of myself.  I hope she has a great day.  And in her honor, I think I’ll go out and be randomly nice to someone.

That poor, poor, woman had no idea what she was getting when she had me.

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