My Grandma My grandma’s name was Greedle Dobbs and I think in many ways she and I were more alike than most of my relatives. I believe I owe most of my love of gardening to her. She lived in … Continue reading
Look at all these smiling faces sprouting up all around me. It must be pansy season! I love all those bright vivid colors and the way they just seem to look right at you and smile. They are one of … Continue reading
I have plans, big, big, plans for the side entrance to my back yard. I saw a picture in Sunset magazine and became determined to find as many of the plants that were in it as possible. I looked online … Continue reading
Today brings to mind a great desire for peace. Peace in this world, in our country, cities, even in our homes at times. How elusive it seems just to find a little bit of peace, a quiet moment to meditate … Continue reading
It’s that time of year again when I am full of expectations for what Spring will bring. This only happens in the Fall when I am buying my bulbs to plant. I love thinking about how beautiful the masses of … Continue reading
I didn’t know tan bark was so tasty, or dirt or zucchini leaves for that matter. But most especially tan bark. I’ve never had a puppy this age before. Zeta was 8 months old when I got him and I … Continue reading
I recently planted some marigolds for the first time in years. My grandson Nolan had went plant shopping with me and really liked them so l let him pick out some of the plants we were buying that day. They … Continue reading
It was time. While the rest of you are probably still enjoying a bountiful tomato harvest, it was time for me to pull up my withered plants. You see I am lucky to have gotten any tomatoes at all considering … Continue reading
August is slowly coming to an end and September is right around the corner. So many people look at Fall as just the end of Summer. When in reality it is much more than that. The beginning of school, the … Continue reading
Piglet: (being blown away) Well… it isn’t very happy…f-for me.
Winnie the Pooh: Where are you going Piglet?
Piglet: That’s what I’m asking myself, where? W-Whoops! P-P-P-Pooh!
Winnie the Pooh: And what do you think you will answer yourself?’
Yesterday I walked outside into the garden with Zeta, my Maltese-bichon mix beside me. Even though it was still only late August, the sky was grey and cloudy and the wind cut through me. It was a blustery day. I heard the call of geese overhead as they flew by in formation towards an unknown destination.
Zeta being the ultimate guard dog that he is at 14 lbs proceeded to bark at them. Quite satisfied with himself as they flew away, knowing it was all his doing, he trotted over to the deck and lay down.
It felt like autumn and strange to be planting summer flowers, but I put them in their places anyway. I was really happy with my purchases from the nursery the other day. Especially so with the pale blush abutilon. The flower petals were as thin as tissue paper with a beautiful center pistil. This was one of the first flowers I picked up at the nursery.
Care is very easy-use warm water and keep the soil evenly moist. Soil must be well-drained; use a container with a hole in the bottom and set it in a tray to catch excess water.
Use a liquid-soluble fertilizer on your abutilon every two weeks during the growing season in spring and summer, and don’t feed it during the fall or winter. Alternatively, use a granular slow-release fertilizer once a year in early spring.
Now all I need is my hole digging friend Karen to help me get the rest of the plants in the ground!