I have a tuberose that was purchased as a bulb this spring. It never bloomed (though it almost did in my kitchen recently). Would it be best to let it go dormant (or take it out of the soil) and let it try again this spring? How do I best accomplish this ?
Asparagus and Rhubarb are Ontario’s earliest vegetables. They are long lived, easy to grow if you have the right conditions. Click on the link to learn about these versatile and tasty plants and find a few recipes to use them. Spring Harvest
This unusual plant was spotted in New Toronto and a fruit and twig brought into the September meeting for identification.
The Osage Orange is a small native tree with an interesting history. It was used for bow making, survey markings, and was a staple of F.D.R.’s Shelterbelt Project of the 1930’s.
The fruit are sometimes called horse apples as this animal is known to enjoy them. But don’t eat it yourself – it’s toxic to humans!
Thought you gardeners would enjoy this conversation between God and St. Francis passed on by Mara. It is hilarious because it is so true.
Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles.
It’s the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started
calling your flowers ‘weeds’ and went to great lengths to kill them and
replace them with grass.
Grass? But, it’s so boring. It’s not colorful. It doesn’t attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. It’s sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?
Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.
The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast.
That must make the Suburbanites happy.
Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it-sometimes twice a week.
They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?
Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.
They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?
No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.
Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow.
And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?
These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on
the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves
them a lot of work.
You aren’t going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so
fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it, so they can
continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.
What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It’s a natural cycle of life.
You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As
soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have
them hauled away.
No!? What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter
to keep the soil moist and loose?
After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they
call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.
And where do they get this mulch?
They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.
Enough! I don’t want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you’re
in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?
‘Dumb and Dumber’, Lord. It’s a story about….
Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.