It's become clear to me through posts and PMs that there are some gardeners here just waiting for the chance to discuss gardening!
So, I was thinking... how do you use gardening, or how does it affect you if you need a break, need some respite, need to relax, need inspiration....how do you use it as a therapy tool in caregiving?
What are your activities: Do you go out and pull weeds, read a magazine, design new beds? Look through garden catalogues? Go to garden stores?
And what interests have you added to your gardening? Visit estate or garden displays? Do you go to garden shows?
Does anyone design and plant Knot Gardens? Raised bed planters? Assistive gardens? Pollinator gardens (and have you thought of ways to help the bees and butterflies?)
Are your gardens primarily for pleasure or food, or a mix of both? Do you grow plants for medicinal purposes? Which ones, how do you harvest and process them? Any suggestions?
Do you grow plants that can be used in crafts, such as grapevines for wreaths and lavender for lavender wands? Do you make herbal products such as creams, lotions, chapstick?
What else can you share about gardening and the means in which it nurtures your soul?
Green thumbs!
My lady’s blush rose has buds I’m excited to see the single roses on this shrub. The hydrangea is growing well after its first winter here. The hummingbird mint is on its way in the mail. I should have a few flowers this year. Anyone know if lavender blooms the first year
I also have basil, parsley and cilantro growing.
White and lilac violets have spread from the back yard around to the front, and even across to a neighbor's yard. The daylilies have shot up several inches and are over 7 - 8" high already. The first Lunaria (money plant) bloomed a few days ago.
Daffodils and one lovely red tulip brighten otherwise pure green areas. And there are more spots of color way at the end of the garden, but the winds are battering everything and gusting to probably up to 25 mph, making it unsafe to venture out.
That would take me through the realm of the Widowmakers being whipped to and fro. Several branches are already down; I don't want to be around when more of them come plunging to the ground.
CW I have similar memory of our kitchen on chicken killing day. :(
Sorry Garden, we didn't mean to talk so fowl. :)
smeshque- I know how you feel about killing chickens. We keep chickens for eggs only. Whenever we have a sick chicken that has to be put down, my husband does the deed. I tell him to spare me the details. I don't want to know.
CM- How did you come to own ex-battery hens?
I love roosters. They are so beautiful. I raised a few before when the kids and I hatched eggs and ended up with some. We raise them until they start to crow then have to give them away. No roosters allowed in my city.
Ex-battery hens have never met a boy and don't know what they are. Poor little Hamish tried his best but Alice, head hen, wasn't having any of it. It's a lonely life for a cockerel when all the girls just laugh at you and beat you up.
We stopped killing chickens around here. When I was a kid, we would have chicken picking day. UGH! I hated it. Oh how I hated it. When DH and I started farming, I declared I will not be a part of processing any meat. So when they would butcher something, I would take my dog Gracie and go to town until it was all over. But fortunately there has not been any butchering going on in a long time. I much like that better.
Potatoes are growing well and all the other veggies are thriving. Praise God! because this weather has been crazy.
Lightbulb came on. I scampered to the hen's run, scooped up DeeDee and Dolly, and ran back to the greenhouse with one under each arm. Boy did they make short work of those delicious ants' eggs 😋
Unless you've clipped their wings - surely not! - I should make that five.
You'll also want to anchor it at six inch intervals along the bottom. And patrol it, looking out for new dust bath sites, which they may for some reason decide have to be right up close to the barrier... and deeper and deeper... day by day...
Cwillie - that's a good idea. I used to have grass in the backyard until the chickens ate everything. Now there's none. Maybe I can try growing some grass again.
Wicked, wicked hens.
You'd better put a stool pigeon among them to report on any escape committees they're forming.