Tomorrow is going to be so complicated that I think I'm going to have to write it down.
The first bloom on my amaryllis has opened. I am somewhat underwhelmed.

Illicit: two slices of bread racked
over the lurid orange filament in my toaster oven.
Toast or torture? Leavened, we're sinners.
If my roommate does not know,
will my transgression still roast ( Read more... )

I'm testing the theory that in order to have enough energy to do a lot of stuff, you have to do a lot of stuff even if you don't have the energy. It's sort-of working, in that I have not yet collapsed. Today is work followed by car followed by garden followed by a concert in Greensboro. The weird part is that I feel all jazzed up from what I'm ( Read more... )

I had to pee really badly after lunch, so after unloading the recycling at Carrboro Plaza I ran into Food Lion to use the bathroom. And what did they have right next to the bathroom? Cheap flower bulbs, of course. It's like they KNEW I'd be coming by after an hour spent listening to Cho talk about plants (SWOON! PLANTS!) and I'd succumb easily to ( Read more... )

So much to do today.
Brown flaxseeds taste like fish oil :P

The soil is not yet warm.
Wait until after the last frost
or
plant four weeks before,
indoors.
Only after the danger has passed
can you expect things to grow.

Those pesky raccoons! Not content with digging underneath my compost bin or opening the side door, they've figured out how to get the top off of it, too. Instead of nice yummy compost all I get is a mess of scattered, rotten vegetables. Bad raccoons.

On the upside, the Japanese Painted Fern and Bleeding Heart I thought I'd lost over the winter have ( Read more... )