I adore my mom. She does amazing things. She knows EXACTLY when I need a tummy rub, big food or to play chase with my rubber chicken. She loves me more than Sarah (I think). She also manages to be nice when people say things to her that make her eyes cross when no one is looking…

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Here are some things that some people have said quite recently to my mom that show just how patient and truly kind she is:

Your hostas need dividing.” (What Mom Wanted to Say but Didn’t: “No kidding, Sherlock. I also have about 100 seedlings ready to plant, 50 bags of mulch of spread, a bed to dig, weeding to do, the list goes on. In fact, you’re LOOKING at the list right now. See HOSTAS right there at the top? And OH. I HAVE A JOB!!!!” What She Said: “Yes, there’s never enough time, is there?”)

“That flower I gave you is really doing well.” (What Mom Wanted to Say: “Yes, indeedy. That flower you gave me happens, in fact, to be INVASIVE. That’s why there are 300 of those [bleep] things that have taken over half of the bed they’re in. I’ll never get rid of them.” What She Said: “Very well! Do you want some back?”)

“You look tired.” (What Mom Wanted to Say: “Really? I wonder why? I just finished working in the garden–by myself–for 8 hours then vacuumed the house and now I’m making bread to go with our homemade soup for dinner. I didn’t expect to look tired at least until I had cleaned the bathrooms and put up the laundry.” What She Said: “Yep.”)

“I’ll wait until that seedling is a little bigger before I take it home.” (What Mom Wanted to Say: “Oh, I’m happy to keep this little seedling alive until you’re ready for the responsibility of plopping it into the ground and giving it a bit of water. You want me to just give it to you when the tomatoes are ready to harvest?” What She Said: “No problem. I’ll let you know when they’re really mature enough to handle the move.”)
“I’ve been in this kitchen for TWO HOURS!” (What Mom Wanted to Say: “Eee Gad. TWO HOURS? However do you do it? You’re amazing!” What She Wanted to Say: Okay, that’s what she actually said.)You should all be nice to my mom. I’m a little worried that her eyes are going to stay crossed and someone is going to say something about her crossed eyes and she is going to say something back that she really doesn’t want to say about why her eyes are crossed and that she’s trying not to say something that she shouldn’t.

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Apr 23
2007

Save This Plant!

pocket book plant.jpgI found this little plant at Behnke’s last week when poking around after my yoga lesson. How sweet is this little beauty? And named after one of my favorite things–pocketbooks!

But as with many beautiful things, the beauty is only transitory.

Because I may be one of the last people left who has never heard of the pocketbook plant, I went online to find out more about my new treasure. Sadly, nearly all the websites say that the plant is usually kept until after the blooms have died and is then discarded. New plants can be started from seeds that have been allowed to dry on the plant, but propagation is, from what they say, difficult.

So let me get this straight. It’s very beautiful, so we are encouraged to enjoy the beauty for the here and now. But when the beauty fades, we are to just toss it away on the trash heap with not a backward glance or regret? Just go on with our lives, buying other beautiful plants that we will also toss away when they have passed their prime. We shouldn’t even TRY to keep the joy the plant has brought us alive by giving it the chance to live again as new little pocketbook plants?

That’s just wrong. And it’s also a symptom of our society’s unhealthy fascination with all things beautiful and easy. (Think Britney, Anna Nicole Smith, Paris Hilton…The list goes on.) We are too willing to just walk away from things once they become difficult or ugly.

I say we put a stop to this wanton waste of pocketbook plant potential. I say, “Save the Seeds!”

I, for one, intend to harvest those little pocketbook plant seeds, plant them and let that plant live again.

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Apr 22
2007

The Joy of Weeding

I haven’t seen a public opinion poll about gardening and the chore that people dislike the most, but I’m quite sure that weeding would top the list.

The problem with weeding isn’t so much the weeding itself, although that isn’t actually fun. It’s the fact that when you’re weeding, you’re not doing things such as planting, trimming, training and sipping iced tea in the shade.

But your weeding chores can be accomplished much more quickly and efficiently if you have the right tool for the job.

I am a BIG believer in the right tool for the job. I have a kitchen FULL of right tools that I use on a regular basis–small chopper, big Cuisinart, breadmaker, mandolin grater, rotary grater, chef’s knife, melon baller…You get the point. The same holds true in the garden. If you have the right tool for weeding, you can get the job done in a fraction of the time.

Now Harry is not so much a connoisseur of the “right tool” concept. He prefers to grab whatever is handy and to flail away, whether it’s the right thing to do or not. Just yesterday when I wasn’t looking he used my brand new, shiny red hand pruners that slip into a little leather pouch that I can clip onto my belt AS WIRE CUTTERS!!!!!! (Do you sense my incredulity and outrage here?) As you can imagine, the clippers no longer open and close smoothly. They close and…stay closed.

Anyway, back to the right tool concept…

In the case of weeding, the right tool for the job is a stirrup hoe. When I finish telling you about this hoe and you try it for yourself, you will want to send me flowers. There is a handy contact form on this website, so just email me and I’ll let you know where you can send flowers and when I’ll be home.

stirruphoe.jpgThe RIGHT tool for the job is the stirrup hoe. As you can see, it’s called a stirrup hoe because the business end looks like, well, a stirrup. I first read about this handy dandy tool in the book The $64 Tomato, an excellent book about one rabid gardener’s adventures creating an impressively sized garden.

Traditional hoes, and most other weeding methods, for that matter, work by chopping into the ground to disturb the weeds. This causes soil disturbance, which can lead to water loss in the soil. The bigger problem with using this type of weeding method is that little weed seeds are then exposed to the warm sunlight, causing THEM to grow. It becomes a self-defeating action to weed in this method because the very act of getting rid of weeds causes more weeds.

The stirrup hoe is used by inserting the stirrup into the soil and sliding it gently UNDER the weeds, cutting the roots of the weeds. It’s then a simple matter of raking up the weeds for disposal. You can cover a great deal of territory using this tool, without ever bending down, knee walking or grunting.

It is also more back-friendly. So if you know someone who has successfully avoided the whole weeding experience because of the back pain excuse, you can smile when you hand them this $14.95 RIGHT TOOL.

The contact form is to the left if you want to send me flowers now.

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July 24th, 2010

It was nearly 100 degrees while I was working outside today. I have a sliver of wood in my big toe, poison ivy and am covered in bug bites. Sometimes I think I need an easier hobby.

Robin

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June 24th, 2010

Holy moly, it’s hot. I was just outside providing drought assistance to the suffering greenery. Now excuse me while I cower here in the air conditioning for a bit before making dinner.

It has been such a busy work week. I have been chained to the desk. I can’t wait until the weekend. I have tomatoes to stake, flowers to plant, garlic to harvest, strawberries to keep in control, some clipping and pruning and, who can forget, weeding!

My friend Helen Yoest, from Gardening With Confidence, will be here in about 10 days. I plan to pick her brain and get advice about some real problem areas here. I was hoping for more time to prepare for an esteemed guest, but that’s just not to be. She’ll have to take me as I am.

I hope you’re all keeping cool.

Robin

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June 17th, 2010

You can’t pick up the newspaper or turn on the television without hearing more about the Gulf Coast oil disaster.

The wildlife population will be devastated for years, perhaps decades, to come. You can help with the conservation, monitoring and aid to the birds by donating to the Cornell Lab of Ornithology. This is the top school and science center for birds in the U.S. and sponsor of many, many programs, including citizen scientist-type programs. If you cannot afford to donate, it’s a great place to just be informed or to get involved through volunteer activities you can do in your own back yard.

Robin

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May 26th, 2010

Tonight I am grateful for the internets.

Over dinner we were talking about blast-from-the-past music and then blast-from-the-past comedy. Harry and I explained how we would play stacks of 45s on the turntable to my 19-year-old son. And I remembered my parents’ Dick Newhart album and “Driving Instructor.”  And while we were talking about old comedy, who can forget, George Carlin’s “Seven Dirty Words?” Ah, the things I am teaching my 19-year-old son! Yes, I taught him about seven dirty words!

I am also grateful that the chickens had walkabout time without destroying my garden this afternoon.

And I am grateful for that arms and shoulders P90X workout, although I will be sore again tomorrow.

Live the dream,

Robin

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