Brentwood Garden
Well, I am truly winding down as far as interest in my garden goes. I am genuinely bored of gardening and I am ready for hiking the Pacific Crest Trail in August. I wish I could leave sooner but I have things to do first.
It will be end of month before I can harvest the blackberries, tomatoes and onions. The squash and pumpkin will need watering through August and also the snap peas and spinach, if I plant more.
When I return in September or the end of September, perhaps I will be in a better mood. It is this year I make the final cut to my grape and secure the main vine. I will need to add manure, seed meal, bone meal and lime, maybe some kelp meal and plant beets, parsnip and turnip to produce over the winter. Well....back to dreaming about mountains, birds lakes and storms........
Sunday, February 28, 2016
SATURDAY, JULY 11, 2009
Brentwood Garden
Well, it is Saturday. At 10a Portland Information Garden, located next to the Brentwood Garden had a winter planting demonstration, given by Carl Grimm. It was fun. I don't think many of the people had actually planted a garden or hadn't been gardeners for a very long time. They were note taking, there is an idea. I wonder if I took notes when I first began to garden.
Carl Grimm thinks that you should carry a level to make sure you plant your plants level. I tend to sink the plot below ground level. Only because I have seen this done in Arizona where they irrigate and I enjoy irrigating. He talked about spacing, organic fertilizer, and handed out excess plants not used in the planting. I got free cauliflower, broccoli, brussel sprouts and something untagged and mysterious, which I will discover later. All of these are winter crops and grow slowly in the ground over the winter. That would be great! I am sooooo excited.
He showed us how to lay irrigation pipe. We never got to planting the herbs At 1p everyone was leaving, she(another employee) asked me if I would like to volunteer and I signed the book. I wasn't expecting to do that. I know that Renee will be calling me, we visit all the time as I walk by. I actually took her through the garden day before yesterday and introduced her to one of the gardeners who gardens all year through. She talked about planting a purple leek that is a winter leek. I want one.
Carl Grimm will be on T.V. Thursday mornings, channel 2, between 9a and 10a for a brief clip. Like a five minute flash about separating seedlings or turning manure. Something like that. I doubt if I will get to watch him because I have to compete with cartoons and Charlie. Now that it is summer vacation, I moved my T.V. out of my area and am only listening to the radio.
Well, it is Saturday. At 10a Portland Information Garden, located next to the Brentwood Garden had a winter planting demonstration, given by Carl Grimm. It was fun. I don't think many of the people had actually planted a garden or hadn't been gardeners for a very long time. They were note taking, there is an idea. I wonder if I took notes when I first began to garden.
Carl Grimm thinks that you should carry a level to make sure you plant your plants level. I tend to sink the plot below ground level. Only because I have seen this done in Arizona where they irrigate and I enjoy irrigating. He talked about spacing, organic fertilizer, and handed out excess plants not used in the planting. I got free cauliflower, broccoli, brussel sprouts and something untagged and mysterious, which I will discover later. All of these are winter crops and grow slowly in the ground over the winter. That would be great! I am sooooo excited.
He showed us how to lay irrigation pipe. We never got to planting the herbs At 1p everyone was leaving, she(another employee) asked me if I would like to volunteer and I signed the book. I wasn't expecting to do that. I know that Renee will be calling me, we visit all the time as I walk by. I actually took her through the garden day before yesterday and introduced her to one of the gardeners who gardens all year through. She talked about planting a purple leek that is a winter leek. I want one.
Carl Grimm will be on T.V. Thursday mornings, channel 2, between 9a and 10a for a brief clip. Like a five minute flash about separating seedlings or turning manure. Something like that. I doubt if I will get to watch him because I have to compete with cartoons and Charlie. Now that it is summer vacation, I moved my T.V. out of my area and am only listening to the radio.
SUNDAY, JULY 12, 2009
BRENTWOOD GARDEN
Over the last month I have found two books on gardening that I would like to share.
I think that both would be good books for experienced gardeners and beginners, as the are written simply and are well organized. And give a lot of information, a lot of practical information with good and new ideas for the gardener.
The first, THE GARDENER'S WEATHER BIBLE by Sally Roth. Such great information about how weather happens and how it affects growing and a gardener's activity in his or her garden.
NEWSPAPER PENNIES CARDBOARD AND EGGS by Roger Yepsen. It sounds like a book to use with children, but is isn't. Just practical and clever ideas concerning the garden.
Over the last month I have found two books on gardening that I would like to share.
I think that both would be good books for experienced gardeners and beginners, as the are written simply and are well organized. And give a lot of information, a lot of practical information with good and new ideas for the gardener.
The first, THE GARDENER'S WEATHER BIBLE by Sally Roth. Such great information about how weather happens and how it affects growing and a gardener's activity in his or her garden.
NEWSPAPER PENNIES CARDBOARD AND EGGS by Roger Yepsen. It sounds like a book to use with children, but is isn't. Just practical and clever ideas concerning the garden.
SUNDAY, JULY 19, 2009
BRENTWOOD GARDEN
Yesterday I spent most of the day in my garden weeding and cutting back blackberry branches that did not have berries or flowers on them.
Yesterday was suppose to be the annual tour of the Portland Community Gardens, but, unless everyone just visited the end of the community garden-I was not aware of any visitors.
I finished half the garden and today I will finish the center to the north end. I passed by a garage sale early in the morning. My hand pruners had fallen apart a week ago and I couldn't reconcile the price of hand pruners these days as it had been 20+ years since I bought a pair, these, at the yard sale were 25 cents. They looked like rust itself, but when I tried them on a branch in their yard they worked quite well and I was happy. So my blackberries did get a cutting back. I have been watering them faithfully and actually fed them 20-20-20- fertilizer, which was the only fertilizer I could find on my daughter's shelves in the deep, dark basement, where I presently reside. My fellow gardeners look on with awe, because, who, in Oregon waters and fertilizes blackberries? I also have bird net draped over the entire bush. I don't want to share any of my berries with the birds and they get the message. They are mine and I want all of them. I think that I may be growing the same amount as I did on Gresham, but my memory and imagination play tricks on me. I can't remember anymore how large the blackberry bush was on Gresham.
My home made organic fertilizer is spent. The trout has disintegrated, only a worm like spinal cord remains and the potato is fragment, I added chopped wheat grass for a last fling, but I have had chopped green onions for nitrogen. I am ready to make more.
It looks like I will be moving out of Sherman's and Olivia's come next Wednesday. My unemployment claim has come in and car insurance is around the corner. To the mountains with me, I say, and fair you well!
Yesterday I spent most of the day in my garden weeding and cutting back blackberry branches that did not have berries or flowers on them.
Yesterday was suppose to be the annual tour of the Portland Community Gardens, but, unless everyone just visited the end of the community garden-I was not aware of any visitors.
I finished half the garden and today I will finish the center to the north end. I passed by a garage sale early in the morning. My hand pruners had fallen apart a week ago and I couldn't reconcile the price of hand pruners these days as it had been 20+ years since I bought a pair, these, at the yard sale were 25 cents. They looked like rust itself, but when I tried them on a branch in their yard they worked quite well and I was happy. So my blackberries did get a cutting back. I have been watering them faithfully and actually fed them 20-20-20- fertilizer, which was the only fertilizer I could find on my daughter's shelves in the deep, dark basement, where I presently reside. My fellow gardeners look on with awe, because, who, in Oregon waters and fertilizes blackberries? I also have bird net draped over the entire bush. I don't want to share any of my berries with the birds and they get the message. They are mine and I want all of them. I think that I may be growing the same amount as I did on Gresham, but my memory and imagination play tricks on me. I can't remember anymore how large the blackberry bush was on Gresham.
My home made organic fertilizer is spent. The trout has disintegrated, only a worm like spinal cord remains and the potato is fragment, I added chopped wheat grass for a last fling, but I have had chopped green onions for nitrogen. I am ready to make more.
It looks like I will be moving out of Sherman's and Olivia's come next Wednesday. My unemployment claim has come in and car insurance is around the corner. To the mountains with me, I say, and fair you well!
SATURDAY, AUGUST 15, 2009
BLUE
I have two, new, responsibilities in my life. One of which is Blue, my 1985 Chevy Silverado that I bought from an old man on 72nd street, last August.
During the past year that I have owned Blue, he has been left dirty, has had and not had insurance. He was believed to need a new carburetor but actually it was just a spring in the engine that needed replacement. Last week he was thought to need a new alternator but actually just needed an alternator belt. The old man had left me a brand new one under the canopy of the bed of the truck. What a relief!
So, Blue and I are off again. Week before last we were off to the mountains, to park at trail heads all around Mt. Hood. And I would suggest Zig-Zag Creek. We dropped down from the trail head on 42. The PCT trail head where I camped last August. The weather is too cool this year so I am hanging around town, the Urban Camper, and will wait for the weather to break.
The other responsibility is my new unemployment claim that lasts until November and then maybe an extension. (Or a job?)
Yesterday I drove vehicles at the auction and made myself an added bit of money (gas). This morning I parked Blue and took off exploring garage sales. I was just going to spend one dollar but ended up spending four.
Next week I cat sit for Olivia and Sherman while they go to Elk Creek with friends. That is over the coastal way, between here and the coast and not east, the Mt. Hood way.
I have two, new, responsibilities in my life. One of which is Blue, my 1985 Chevy Silverado that I bought from an old man on 72nd street, last August.
During the past year that I have owned Blue, he has been left dirty, has had and not had insurance. He was believed to need a new carburetor but actually it was just a spring in the engine that needed replacement. Last week he was thought to need a new alternator but actually just needed an alternator belt. The old man had left me a brand new one under the canopy of the bed of the truck. What a relief!
So, Blue and I are off again. Week before last we were off to the mountains, to park at trail heads all around Mt. Hood. And I would suggest Zig-Zag Creek. We dropped down from the trail head on 42. The PCT trail head where I camped last August. The weather is too cool this year so I am hanging around town, the Urban Camper, and will wait for the weather to break.
The other responsibility is my new unemployment claim that lasts until November and then maybe an extension. (Or a job?)
Yesterday I drove vehicles at the auction and made myself an added bit of money (gas). This morning I parked Blue and took off exploring garage sales. I was just going to spend one dollar but ended up spending four.
Next week I cat sit for Olivia and Sherman while they go to Elk Creek with friends. That is over the coastal way, between here and the coast and not east, the Mt. Hood way.
Saturday, February 27, 2016
MONDAY, AUGUST 24, 2009
BLUE
Blue and I landed at Olivia's and Sherman's for the past three days and two nights to cat sit Chester and the fish and the lizard and crickets. So, I watched T.V. for two days, fed and watered Chester and fed the fish.
Blue and I landed at Olivia's and Sherman's for the past three days and two nights to cat sit Chester and the fish and the lizard and crickets. So, I watched T.V. for two days, fed and watered Chester and fed the fish.
FRIDAY, AUGUST 28, 2009
BLUE
Charlie bought a new pregnant fish who had at least sixteen babies early this morning, while everyone was asleep. And one is dying now. They are in the plastic nursery. And the snails: Gary and Gary are a feeding problem, so they will go in the bigger plastic nursery so that they can feed without the adult fish bothering them.
This "want" to be a thru-hiker has now become an urban camper because of an unemployment claim coming through, which keeps me in 'the' area at least four days a week.
Yesterday morning I headed out to the east side of Portland to work for Labor Ready at the auction, moving cars around and/or to dealerships. They didn't need me so I landed at Lincoln Park, off of 148 and Division. I have been to about six parks in Portland. (There are too many to count.)
This little park, not among the littlest, is a wonderful little neighborhood park! The park itself is rolling and not flat. It is a forest, with wonderful huge pine trees and wandering walkways joining and parting throughout the wonderful huge pine trees and wondering walkways in a plastic shelter, of the kind I have never seen before. There are water fountains and many solid park benches and picnic tables and a play area close to the sidewalk and obviously for safety.
The folks that visited the park while I spent the entire day, were clean, middle class and of many nationalities. They spoke their own language to one another and didn't attempt English. I heard Russian, Spanish, some types of Asian and Chek. And black families visited the park. I really enjoyed spending the day. Portland was 90 degrees but it was cool in the park, with a nice breeze until the afternoon, when I walked about with my spray bottle and continually let myself have it until dusk, when I got in my truck and parked behind a nearby shopping center for the night.
I am noticing other folks living in their campers. I plan to take pictures soon. I saw a vintage dodge truck with ancient camper on the back, in the Home Depot parking lot the other morning. I wished that I had a camera-what a picture!
Charlie bought a new pregnant fish who had at least sixteen babies early this morning, while everyone was asleep. And one is dying now. They are in the plastic nursery. And the snails: Gary and Gary are a feeding problem, so they will go in the bigger plastic nursery so that they can feed without the adult fish bothering them.
This "want" to be a thru-hiker has now become an urban camper because of an unemployment claim coming through, which keeps me in 'the' area at least four days a week.
Yesterday morning I headed out to the east side of Portland to work for Labor Ready at the auction, moving cars around and/or to dealerships. They didn't need me so I landed at Lincoln Park, off of 148 and Division. I have been to about six parks in Portland. (There are too many to count.)
This little park, not among the littlest, is a wonderful little neighborhood park! The park itself is rolling and not flat. It is a forest, with wonderful huge pine trees and wandering walkways joining and parting throughout the wonderful huge pine trees and wondering walkways in a plastic shelter, of the kind I have never seen before. There are water fountains and many solid park benches and picnic tables and a play area close to the sidewalk and obviously for safety.
The folks that visited the park while I spent the entire day, were clean, middle class and of many nationalities. They spoke their own language to one another and didn't attempt English. I heard Russian, Spanish, some types of Asian and Chek. And black families visited the park. I really enjoyed spending the day. Portland was 90 degrees but it was cool in the park, with a nice breeze until the afternoon, when I walked about with my spray bottle and continually let myself have it until dusk, when I got in my truck and parked behind a nearby shopping center for the night.
I am noticing other folks living in their campers. I plan to take pictures soon. I saw a vintage dodge truck with ancient camper on the back, in the Home Depot parking lot the other morning. I wished that I had a camera-what a picture!
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 2009
The Young's
I went by the Young's to bring Charlie a sunflower he wanted the other day when visiting in my garden. The birds had done a job on it. One had sat on the edge of the flower and leaning over it looked like it had plucked the seeds from the flower and cracked them open, leaving the shells on the ridge of the flower. Half of the sunflower seeds had been eaten.
I read tcreason's blog, too. These are thru-hikers that I met on the PCT by Clackamas Lake. Heidi's entry absolutely scared me. Coldness, height and navigation. And yet, it started me wandering again, in my imagination. Not on the CDT! Ever.
I started living in Blue the beginning of August. Getting the kinks out, tying everything down, finding space. Order and personal hygiene are under control and I am working on a project, a shield for the wind around my little cook stove so as I can have my vegetables every day. I am still washing my clothes at Olivia's. I pull in at a park every day to organize the things in my cab. I am collecting areas to park at night where I won't frighten the neighborhood. I have my cab light tight, so I can shine a light in the cab and no one can tell from the outside that I am inside.
I am working hard on Worksource grant money. And just about have only one more requirement before I meet with an adviser on the 28th. Get the money or not I will be glad when it is over.
I went by the Young's to bring Charlie a sunflower he wanted the other day when visiting in my garden. The birds had done a job on it. One had sat on the edge of the flower and leaning over it looked like it had plucked the seeds from the flower and cracked them open, leaving the shells on the ridge of the flower. Half of the sunflower seeds had been eaten.
I read tcreason's blog, too. These are thru-hikers that I met on the PCT by Clackamas Lake. Heidi's entry absolutely scared me. Coldness, height and navigation. And yet, it started me wandering again, in my imagination. Not on the CDT! Ever.
I started living in Blue the beginning of August. Getting the kinks out, tying everything down, finding space. Order and personal hygiene are under control and I am working on a project, a shield for the wind around my little cook stove so as I can have my vegetables every day. I am still washing my clothes at Olivia's. I pull in at a park every day to organize the things in my cab. I am collecting areas to park at night where I won't frighten the neighborhood. I have my cab light tight, so I can shine a light in the cab and no one can tell from the outside that I am inside.
I am working hard on Worksource grant money. And just about have only one more requirement before I meet with an adviser on the 28th. Get the money or not I will be glad when it is over.
Friday, February 26, 2016
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Saturday, November 21, 2009
CANBY
The nights are getting colder and I leave my emergency candle burning through the night to keep the cab of my truck a bit warm.
Today was nice. I got out of Blue about 10a, drove down to Mollala State Park and took a long walk. It has a huge amount of land to run dogs-I am not sure how many acres, that is pasture and then turns to wood and then river. The place is quite active with doggy owners so I am not afraid or feel isolated.
I think about Olivia, Sherman and Charlie/Jessica and Kimmie-constantly...
The morning was cold and rainy with a break in the afternoon and a relief from the wind. I am wearing down. Signed this computer and studied my Watchtower for tomorrow. Last Wednesday I went to Portland and missed the Spanish Congregation and sitting next to my friend Rose. They are having their Circuit Overseer. Well, I had to get Dr. Beard's money to him and it takes sometime to get around Portland.
Someone stole my identity and I couldn't get on my Yahoo account until I just figured out to change my email. I am thinking that I should file a police report.
The nights are getting colder and I leave my emergency candle burning through the night to keep the cab of my truck a bit warm.
Today was nice. I got out of Blue about 10a, drove down to Mollala State Park and took a long walk. It has a huge amount of land to run dogs-I am not sure how many acres, that is pasture and then turns to wood and then river. The place is quite active with doggy owners so I am not afraid or feel isolated.
I think about Olivia, Sherman and Charlie/Jessica and Kimmie-constantly...
The morning was cold and rainy with a break in the afternoon and a relief from the wind. I am wearing down. Signed this computer and studied my Watchtower for tomorrow. Last Wednesday I went to Portland and missed the Spanish Congregation and sitting next to my friend Rose. They are having their Circuit Overseer. Well, I had to get Dr. Beard's money to him and it takes sometime to get around Portland.
Someone stole my identity and I couldn't get on my Yahoo account until I just figured out to change my email. I am thinking that I should file a police report.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
BLUE
December 8th, 17 degrees last night. About midnight a man knocked on the side of Blue and later the doors.
"I am alright, I say." Hunkered down in my sleeping bag. Plumbers candle lit with the coffee pot full of hot water.
"I have something for you, to make things easier..."
"I am fine!" My nice self.
In the morning I open my door to the sunshine and...a brand new 20 degree sleeping bag- a Northface and a nice pad , a nice new pad to sleep on. Thank you stranger, who ever you were.
December 8th, 17 degrees last night. About midnight a man knocked on the side of Blue and later the doors.
"I am alright, I say." Hunkered down in my sleeping bag. Plumbers candle lit with the coffee pot full of hot water.
"I have something for you, to make things easier..."
"I am fine!" My nice self.
In the morning I open my door to the sunshine and...a brand new 20 degree sleeping bag- a Northface and a nice pad , a nice new pad to sleep on. Thank you stranger, who ever you were.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
BLUE
Blue dies about the very end of December 2009.
I bus to Salt Lake City, Utah to my sister's house to sleep in warmth and luxury.
I feel very grateful inside.
Blue dies about the very end of December 2009.
I bus to Salt Lake City, Utah to my sister's house to sleep in warmth and luxury.
I feel very grateful inside.
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