55 days — Also known as ‘Lebanese White Bush’ and ‘White Vegetable Marrow.’ A bush-type summer squash with quick maturing fruits that have an excellent, sweet flavor, weigh one to two pounds and look like small honeydew melons. The flesh is sweet and has been referred to as “the honeydew of squashes.” The rinds cook
Most weeks, I’m responsible for cooking one night. I failed to take this responsibility seriously last weekend when Mr. Big Food was working out the menu for this week. I knew I wanted a veggie plate, and I did have a hankering for spinach so picked some up when we did the shopping. Beyond that,
But I was wrong. Aphids on zinnias in a glass on a table in the house. And not only that! Lady bug nymphs eating aphids on zinnias in a glass on a table in the house.
Today I yanked out the green peas and Mr. Big Food and I shelled what I’d harvested this week. He’s already planed several meals of peas for next week. Sitting at the kitchen table watching the errant pea fall to the floor, I was reminded of Miss M’s first experience shelling black eyed peas years
Spied more than one of these on the creek bank. Thinking I may put long pants on some cool morning and go see if it has layered itself. Wouldn’t a bunch of these look nice way up front in the shade?
Who loves a gardenFinds within his soulLife’s whole;He hears the anthem of the soilWhile ingrates toil;And sees beyond his little sphereThe waving fronds of heaven, clear.– Louise Seymour Jones from The Best Loved Poems of the American People. Hazel Felleman, ed. Garden City Books, Garden City, New York. 1936.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do,I’m half crazy all for the love of you.It won’t be a stylish marriage,I can’t afford a carriage,But you’d look sweet upon the seatOf a bicycle made for two. Read more: Henry Dacre – Daisy, Daisy [bicycle Built For Two] Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Workshop Garden 24 peppers 18 tomatoes 7 eggplants (Not to mention the 12 sweet potatoes I planted the other day.) I hear Mr. Cotton Farmer down there with his tractor. Perfect timing! Didn’t hear anyone shooting today. Guess we were all too busy planting.
A text I received from Daughter C this morning. I’d mentioned to her last evening how pretty all of the flowers she planted a few years ago were. Next up, photos of the grapes, blackberries, raspberries, blueberries, and apple trees she and The J-Man planted.
It’s gorgeous outside. Daisies are getting ready to pop! FYI: Gotta keep those old neurons firing over something.
Mississippi sweet potato growers plant more than 20,000 acres of sweet potatoes each year. The state consistently ranks second in the United States in sweet potato acreage and third in production. In 2012, sweet potatoes were grown on approximately 22,500 acres, producing 394 million pounds of sweet potatoes with an estimated value of $79 million. Mississippi State
It’s almost time to pick and dry the oregano that will satisfy our oregano needs this coming winter. There’s comfort in that. Meanwhile, we still have 27 pints of stewed tomatoes from last year. Many of the freezer bags say, “stewed with oreg.” Mr. Big Food tells me that if we still have frozen stewed
H/T Jeff Foxworthy Took me two decompressed sprayer passes through the clogged sprayer to figure out the mechanism by which the sprayer was getting clogged. An hour of my life. Several gallons of water. There were wrenches involved. And Q-tips. And needle-nosed pliers. But I finally figured it out, no thanks to the helpless folk
As proprietor of Big Food, Big Garden, Big Life in rural Mississippi, I have entered the Big Garden phase of my Big Life. This morning it’s out to kill fire ants and spray Jordan’s blueberry & apple garden. As the kids used to say, TTYL!
I just saw the sweetest thing up in Miss M’s daisy patch. A Gentleman Bug and a Lady Bug were working hard to start a family. Precious.
I’m tending the roses and grapes today. Big job. The grapes have really taken off but I did not realize they had so many suckers. Must go. Roses need attention. Big garden! Guess what? It’s going to rain! And not just any old rain, thunderstorms and lightening and possible hail and tornadoes. I’ve been outside
The state of Western Civilization notwithstanding, today will be even gloriouser than yesterday. Pax vobiscum.
just so you know. Gardenia. Italian cypress. Some pretty little rose. I shall return.