The Postage Stamp Garden

The Postage Stamp Vegetable Garden: Grow Tons of Organic Vegetables in Tiny Spaces and Containers

By: Karen Newcomb

*I received this book for free in return for an honest review*

This book is fabulous! From history, to dirt, to traditional gardens, and tiny overflowing squares of goodness…Newcomb takes her readers through an informative and entertaining education on growing whatever size garden you have! I began taking notes 3 sentences into the introduction, and didn’t stop until I finished reading.

Completely revised from the original 1975 version, this updated book has instructions for anyone who wants them and will be a great resource for young, old, novice, and pro gardeners. I know I’m using it this year!

I give this book 4 out of 5 dragons.

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Earth Day Extras

Since today is Earth Day and I planted a couple of things this afternoon, I decided to take this opportunity to show off a little bit. My dianthus,Dad’s petunias, crape myrtle, and  Mother’s tea rose, are all doing beautifully today. The ivy is putting on new greenery, and God’s beauty abounds.

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Though my favorite flower is a Gerber Daisy (my dorm room was painted that exact orange, with sheets and bedding to match!) I adore all of the flowers we have putting on right now. What is your favorite flower/plant? Did you do anything for Earth Day?

Renewals

Spring has sprung in my little corner of the world. All up and down our block people are building beds, mixing soil, and otherwise preparing for the new plantings that are soon to arrive.

Daffodils are blooming, the crape myrtle and random unknown purple bush we planted last week are perking up nicely; we may even have to mow soon.

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Dad’s birthday Crape Myrtle and the unknown purple bush..with a little native grass thrown in for fun

All in all, our surroundings are well on their way to once again becoming a little slice of paradise in an otherwise dusty town, and really, isn’t that all what we all search for? A little oasis in the desert of life to satiate and relax before heading back into the grind.

For many this is not only a mere return to life, but also a renewal of inspirations. As new sprouts and births surround us, our minds open again to accept sudden ideas. While we plan, expand, and grow our gardens, so do the authors among us water and watch their words; preferably on a comfortable waterside bench, surrounded by happy baby animals, bright blooms, and a salty breeze. And, like gardeners, they watch their crop grow day by day, anxiously awaiting the time when all of their planning and hard work will yield fruit (or vegetable, or flower). It may a personal garden, it may be a family garden, it may even be a universal garden…but they tend each plant as carefully as the next.

So tell me friend, How does YOUR garden grow?

 

 

 

Birthday Trees

I bought my Dad a tree for his birthday. When most people hear that, they look at me like I’m insane. A tree? Really? Yes, a crape mysrtle Red Rocket sapling that is gorgeous and will provide much shade and beautiful flowers for us over the next several years. However, in the process of an impromptu day trip to visit my aunt (finally got our Christmas presents!), taking care of the toddler, and helping Dad plant…I haven’t written much over the past few days. My camp word count so far is stuck just below 2,000 and is not wavering as of yet.

If I look at the stark numbers of this, I become depressive and wonder why in the world I would want to do Camp NaNo when I’m already doing NaNoWriMo in November. But if I think of it as a tree, who’s leaves fall to the ground and who’s branches dry and wither and yet still comes back the next year, bigger, stronger, and prettier than ever before…if I think of it like that, then I look forward to my spare few minutes of writing time that I know I will steal away tomorrow. And I watch for those red flowers slowly coming into bloom.