I like this thread. I'd like it even more if it had pictures! Everything seems lovely, Rhythm.
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It's that special time of year.......
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I like this thread. I'd like it even more if it had pictures! Everything seems lovely, Rhythm.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian
We grew purple dragon carrots a few years ago. You'd need partly sandy soil, but they look so cool. Purple on the outside and either orange or yellow on the inside.
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Rhythm. Are you planning on not getting too friendly with the piggies?
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I got strawberries, parsley( flat leaf-I only used it for garnish which is useless now that I just quit being a chef for ever and ever), paw paw ( red and yellow),passion fruit (panama),sage, oregano, basil ( sweet, greek and thai), mandarins, lemons, pomegranite, rhubarb, mint ( common and vietnamese), chilli ( birds eye), chives, tomato ( cherry, tom tom and beefsteak), pumpkin ( kent and butternut), japonica berry, hibiscus and nasturtiums ( for flower salads).
Not one single one is heirloom that I know of. I'm no expert. I've just recently got my hands on a heirloom seed booklet from a company in Tasmania and I want to try some stuff but most of it I've never heard of. There's some cool sounding Asian lettuces in there I want to try but I'll have to wait til next year now. I used to have chickens but I had to give them away as they were turning me into a psychotic axe-murderer in the early hours of every morning. A friend of mine has offered to help me reset the coup for eating pigeons and give me a few of his breeding pairs. If I ever move further into the country I might try pigs as I love that gamey bacon taste. Dreams are free. :-) (March 10, 2016 at 5:39 am)ignoramus Wrote: Rhythm. Are you planning on not getting too friendly with the piggies? No, pets. They'd never be worth the trouble, wrong breed. More to teach my kids a little bit of farm life, to have childhood memories in common...eat my table scraps, and till up fields from sod. They also hate snakes....and I'd like to see fewer snakes. Their mom was a house-pig. Little bastards eat dog food. Dogs not happy. Tried to kill them both already. @Valk...lol! @Vor..... Oh I'll plant something in my garden, if a christian wants to practice their faith there, alright. I'll plant it deep in a bed of lime. @Nymph Carrots, now there's something I wish I could grow, but the soil is almost entirely clay here, so it never works. Thought about using my window planters for carrots...they'd get some shade from the summer sun that way. But then I'd have to move my flowers.......or get more planters....hmn............moar planterz! @Mama I'll get pictures up eventually, when it's more than just bare dirt. Used to be plenty on the boards from my garden, think my img shack account went kaput, though. Prepping seedbed is a sort of a zen moment for me after the winter. I have to be careful, because I'll work the ground longer and harder than I should...just trying to get the line straighter, the color deeper. Maybe I need a sand garden or something, work out my pattern and order fetish in a less counter-productive way? @Little Lunch TAWBURRIES! Sounds like you've got a nice thing going. I love asian lettuce, and winter greens. Always had good luck with em.
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(March 10, 2016 at 1:01 am)Nymphadora Wrote: We grew purple dragon carrots a few years ago. You'd need partly sandy soil, but they look so cool. Purple on the outside and either orange or yellow on the inside. Hmmm. I'm concerned that is the carrot equivalent of 'linsey woolsie'. Better not take a chance of offending God Almighty by raising them. The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
Who or what is a linsey woolsie?
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God, in His infinite mercy condemns the practice of wearing clothing of mixed fabrics, IOW, linsey woolsie. God is also concerned about planting more than one variety of seed in a field, and your odd carrots that seem to be of uncertain heritage is probably something that is going to PO God too.
I think it is just being a good neighbor for you to respect the rights of your Christian neighbors and not plant any vegetable abominations. I'm sure we all agree here a little respect for your Christian neighbors rights is just being right neighborly. Now pull up the carrots before God gives you a goiter or something. The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
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