Planting Popping Pruning & the other ‘P’s

    The three most important P‘s of a gardeners life: 
        Planting– is all anticipation. You’ve devoured the seed catalogs, convinced yourself that this year will be different, have spent obscene amounts of time planning the design, and sharpened your tools. You’re like a ninja farmer that can beat the house odds at 21. The stars have aligned. 

All the new garden trugs lined up for my inspection- and fully planted.

        Popping– the little devils are actually showing their heads. You check on them three times a day because you have always liked to watch a pot of water come to boil. In fact, you insist on watching that damn kettle. You have the patience of Job. There is wisdom in the bubbles.

Radishes under-planted beneath Brussels Sprout.
The herd is too thick.

        Pruning– this is hard, but your momma didn’t raise a wet noodle, oh no, she raised you to practice tough love, and so you pull the weaklings, and nurture the strong. God, help the world should there ever be a dog-eat-dog crisis. You know how to weld a mean set of clippers.

The same Radish seedlings thinned with manicure scissors.
You will harm any nearby roots.
     But, there are other ‘P‘s in a gardener’s life, such as,

             Pooping– which Baby Earl does very well,

So comfy after doing his business in the most awesome potty any mommy could provide!
“I LOVE YOU, human mommy”

             and Praise

I insist on this one.


That’s me on the way to the shed to put my tools away.
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  • Ed - Nice looking set up cheryl! Looks like all is going well, spring is here!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl Nicholl - It really is a nice set-up Ed. I’m very happyhappyhappy. This is a great solution to urban gardening- and not stooping over to weed, but not as cool as chickens.ReplyCancel

  • Sue - I know about planting, not very good at pruning (do a lesson post please) and I know all about kitties and the treasures they leave in the garden. Lovely post !ReplyCancel

  • Sharon Greenthal - Oh how I wish I could grow things…my thumb is as black as night. Beautiful photos!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl Nicholl - Well then just stop in now and again to get your ‘green thumb’ on. A lot of things bloom at apleasanthouse- flowers, fruit, veggies, kitties, crazy…..ReplyCancel

  • - Makes me long for the snow to leave…so I can get out in the garden!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl Nicholl - I’m originally from NE Ohio and I feel your pain. I’ll just dig in the dirt in your honor- down here- in the sunshine.ReplyCancel

  • Rich Rumple - Definitely looks like you know what you’re doing here. The only way I could ever have a green thumb is if I stuck it in dye. I killed a cactus once, so I knew my gardening career was over. C’est le vie! Nice post!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl Nicholl - This just runs in my genes- with a skip or two. Started with my grandmother (who’s name was Daisy!) and totally skipped over my mother. But it landed on me so all’s good in love and the garden. Thanks for stopping by Rich.ReplyCancel

  • Julie DeNeen - Your blog is always so pretty. it just feels like spring around here. Can’t wait to see the popping out of our garden this summer!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl Nicholl - Thanks Julie. Pretty is good in this world of not so much (Uughhh I’ve got to turn off the news!).ReplyCancel

  • AmyG - Great pictures and fun post! I like your cape!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl Nicholl - I don’t keep them hidden in my closet- I wear them- sort of like bringing out the sterling spoons to dig in the dirt.ReplyCancel

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