Don’t you just love it when you score a great find you weren’t even actively looking for. I guess that is what makes garage saling so much fun! I was on my way to work on Saturday and saw a sign for a garage sale. I couldn’t just not stop, so stop I did. I found these wonderful large black tubs that will be absolutely perfect for my lotus. When I bought my lotus from Texas Water Lilies the directions stated to use a pot without holes. I did not have such a pot, so I used what I had, a 7 gal. pot with holes. I have since learned there is a reason they tell you to use a pot without holes. I keep fighting with my lotus to keep it from taking over the end of the pond where it is. I may be wrong but I think it has stopped blooming because it is using it’s energy to take over and not bloom.I have been wondering where in the world I would find a large pot without holes. Well, I found my pot, 2 for $5, what a great find!! 🙂
I walked out to my pond to feed my koi this morning, when I noticed some yellow spots on my volunteer gourd plant. Upon closer inspection I noticed it was infested with aphids. I will not claim to never use chemicals in my garden but I would say for the most part, I do not. This is why I will be spraying the aphids with a 1% soap mixture to kill them. In other words, use two Tablespoons of dishwashing liquid per gallon of water. Spray to the point of runoff and make sure you get the underside of the leaves, especially when they are as bad as on my poor gourd plant. The University of Florida has a great article if you want further reading.
Yellow spots on gourd leaves
Aphids on Gourd
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Tagged Aphids, Gourd, Koi
“Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine Kind words and kind deeds”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I must admit that I have always had very strong feelings toward Bamboo. If you had asked me just 6 months ago, would I ever consider planting bamboo in my garden, I would have adamantly said, “over my dead body.” This was because I did not know there was anything other than running varieties of bamboo. As a matter of fact, my neighbor from my previous house, came by one day to show me his beautiful bamboo he had gotten via mail order. It took all the restraint I had not to shake him and ask, ” Are you kidding me? You should have asked me if I wanted that in my garden as well.” But thankfully a leveler head prevailed, and I agreed it was “nice.” But then about 6 months ago I saw some Bambusa Oldhami in a friend’s garden and fell in love. I promptly returned home to do some research and to my surprise, and pleasure, I learned how bamboo is not all running but there are clumping varieties as well. I was ecstatic and couldn’t wait to get my hand on some of my own. I found Boo for You ,a local bamboo dealer, and was off to purchase some bamboo. I bought Bambusa Textiles, Weavers Bamboo.
The photo on the left is me with my newly planted bamboo and on the right what hopefully someday it will look like.
As I went out into the garden this morning with my dog Kahlo and cup of coffee in hand, I thought I would take a few pictures to chronicle the day. After going in to retrieve my camera and learn how to use the different settings, back out we went to see what would be interesting.
Kahlo thought she would help by smelling the Dwarf Mexican Petunia. Now, talk about a plant that can survive it all, these little guys are great.
The Gerber Daisy and our garden guest didn’t seem to mind the sweltering heat, though Kahlo and I promptly returned inside.
Welcome to my blog. As this is my first post I thought it would be fitting to reflect on what or maybe I should say who inspired my love of gardening. To do this I must give an abbreviated story of my childhood. I grew up in Bolivia, South America, on one of the many tributaries of the Amazon River. My parents were Baptist Missionaries. Bolivia is a third world country so in order to get on education I went away to boarding school. My memories of gardening came from my mom, who whenever I came home would have flowers planted wherever she could. Down there we didn’t have plant nurseries, or WalMart where you could just go buy plants. No, everything was started either from seeds or cuttings my mom would gather on her travels. I don’t recall, doing much of any gardening myself as a child, just how much my mom loved flowers. After high school I returned to the United States. Once I had my own place my brother came to visit and noticed my bed of Sunflowers and Zinnias and told my, “you are your mothers daughter”. So mom, thanks you for passing the love of gardening on to me.