19Mar/102

My not-so-secret garden

I admit it. I like gardening. I like it quite a lot.

Some do it for subsistence, some do it for stress-relief, others just do it because there's nothing else to do. I'm somewhere in the middle. To me, it's the primary challenge of keeping something alive. Everyone's knows someone who "just can't seem to keep that damn houseplant alive!" Fortunately, I'm not one of those. I don't claim to be a farmer, or even know anything close to what the "right" thing is to do, but I do seem to keep the plants, at the very least, alive.

Last year, I had some luck with the okra, to the point where I no longer picked them because the plants were getting unmanageable. The tomatoes were a bit of a disappointment, and the peppers more so. This year, I'm trying something a little bit different. I'm attempting strawberries, tomatoes, and those ever-present shallots. Because I'm attempting strawberries, horticulturists recommend planting basil nearby to keep the flies away, so I'm doing that, too. I can't claim to be the biggest fan of basil, but maybe, like tomatoes, I'll grow a fondness for them. I do like pesto, after all.

I've also dug out a second garden box to go along with the original. There's nothing in it yet, but I'll find something to put in there when I get back from Taiwan.

6Jul/090

Green thumbs need not me

Finally getting a bit red

Finally getting a bit red

For some reason, my garden knows when I head out of town before springing into action. It was just a few months ago after planting the blasted plants, thinking nothing would happen, that I left for Vegas, and came back to find little tomato plants plopping out of the flowers, and little okras taking shape.

I can't claim I actually know what I'm doing with these things. Sure, I try to keep them wet, and I do go out there to take a look at them every day, but to actually claim that I am giving them the PROPER amount of water, the PROPER amount of feed, the PROPER amount of care... I know not. All of the progress seems to be linked to my not being there.

Mind you, from Thursday through Sunday, my garden saw no water. Indeed, I was later to learn that Austin saw record heat throughout the weekend. So perhaps it is my improper mistreatment of the plants that has booted them into some sort of freak, hearty horticultural anomaly. Who knows, we'll never know. You may notice a lot of brown, dried leaves in the photo. That's the western side of the tomato plants, closest to the fence, so they get the least light. The rest of the plant is green.

I didn't get a picture of the okra, but within the 4 days of waterless misery, no fewer than six okras went from too-small-to-be-picked into too-large-to-be-cooked, so they go to waste. Returned from whence they came. Hopefully I'll get a few picked this week that I can actually cook. The damned plant gets damned prickly, too. Feels like fiberglass.

Speaking of cooking, I went down to San Marcos to the outlet malls in search of a stir-fry pan, which are remarkably hard to find. Considered a "specialty" cookware, apparently, they just aren't as common as, say, a 2.5qt sauce pot. There were, of course, the ridiculously priced $105 stir fries from Calphalon, but I wasn't about to pay THAT. Instead, I headed to the rear clearance section where the overstocks, scratched, and dented were. I found one in decently good condition, with only some minor chipping along the edge for $39, so I nabbed it. It's awesome. One of their "infused anodized" pans, it's semi-nonstick by nature, and not by coating, so I can use metal utensils on it if I want. A good find.

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