Tuesday, June 30, 2009
fruits and vegetables of our labor
the string beans were delicious and jeffery eat the tomato right off the vine after the picture was taken.
we cant' wait for more veggies. cucumbers are getting there and carrots will be ready soon too.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
been busy...
Monday, June 1, 2009
my boys
jeffery was born during one of the most difficult times in my life. he gave me a reason to lift my head each morning. he saved my life.
aaron was a surprise. we didn't plan on him and today we know that nothing could have prepared us for him. he is a representation of what forgiveness can truly do (a quote i stole from my sister) without forgiveness, aaron would never have been. he changed my life.
they hear me say it all the time. they even repeat it back, "yea yea mom. we know jeffery saved your life and aaron changed your life." i know this to be true.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
the garden's done...now we wait
i trip to home depot last week revealed that enough nutrient rich garden soil to fill the whole plot would cost about $80. so i moved to plan C...C for cheap. after some reasearch i found that coffee grind and egg shells are good for the soil. Off to starbucks i went.
every starbucks store has a grinds bucket. just ask and you can get a bag full of grinds. they only save the dry espresso grinds and they are perfect. http://www.starbucks.com/aboutus/compost.asp
next, egg shell. i tried to tackle this on my on. my kids love deviled eggs. however, crushed shells from a dozen egg comes out to be only about a tablespoon of powder. so i went back out in search of egg shells. the dinner down the street was happy to save their shells from saturday morning breakfast for me. i rinsed and microwave the shells to get rid of any salmonella and the kids crushed them up into about 8 cups of egg shell powder.
so i spread three bags of coffee grinds, egg shells and a few bags of manure and humus in the garden. out of the three, coffee, eggs and poo, i was glad to find that the coffee smell over powered. the whole yards smell like a coffee house. my hands and feet are still stained from the grinds.