I just came in from the garden and have a feeling of hopefulness.
The eggplant is doing well and h
as a nice big flower on it. The pepper is also producing!
as a nice big flower on it. The pepper is also producing! Everything in the porch bed is doing really well. There are lots of little shoots coming up that are interesting and exciting, though I know that most of them are weeds. I can't tell what is what at the 
moment (except the clover, which is easy to spot AND quite prolific) so I think that I'll leave it alone and see what develops. I have come to the realization that "weed" is in the eye of the beholder. Some of the things that are prized here are weeds in Alaska, and vice versa. I think that this is the true definition of a weed: "A plant or shrub that grows without help or care, and therefore cannot be fully appreciated." Some of the things coming up are rather nice. Maybe I'll just take a natural approach and let grow what will grow (except grass--grass irritates me!)
moment (except the clover, which is easy to spot AND quite prolific) so I think that I'll leave it alone and see what develops. I have come to the realization that "weed" is in the eye of the beholder. Some of the things that are prized here are weeds in Alaska, and vice versa. I think that this is the true definition of a weed: "A plant or shrub that grows without help or care, and therefore cannot be fully appreciated." Some of the things coming up are rather nice. Maybe I'll just take a natural approach and let grow what will grow (except grass--grass irritates me!)The peas are growing like gang-busters, and I'm going to have to start training them up the porch pretty soon.
I have decided that I must cut my losses with the wall bed and leave it to the nasturtiums and sunflowers. There is still lots of room in the porch bed. All-in-all, things are coming along very nicely.
Yesterday when I got home Mrs. L was here cutting and trimming and (GASP!) spraying weed killer. She has, to this point, left my little effort alone, but I don't really like the idea of lots of poisons back there. It IS her house, and my garden grows thanks to her tolerance, so I had better just keep my mouth shut.
Mum's the word.
BB
