Reusing what you have

Though we planted too early this year in the hot southern sun and everything flowered and bloomed and bloomed and flowered and never produced any food, we did learn a lesson.

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Homemade bird feeder from license plate

Did I show you these?
When we moved in, the previous owner had left them in the back yard.
What a creative idea!

Homemade bird feeder

I found this idea–in none other than a McDonald’s magazine. It was such a great idea, I took a picture of it and thought I’d blog it out. I think some kid sent it in. So creative!

Havana Community Garden

While driving to visit daddy last year, I passed a community garden in Havana, Georgia. I had to get out and snoop. By far the cleanest, most successful community garden I’d seen yet, I had to ask, “How and who runs it?”

St. Marys Garden Club

There are many wonderful things about small towns, now aren’t there? Small town newspapers, downtown pubs, exciting little clubs like Rotary and Garden Clubs and Community Gardens full of interesting folks.

Before we moved from Georgia, I happened upon the St. Marys Garden Club at a town fair. I meant to write about it ages ago, but like so many things in my life, it slipped right through.

Let me show you some trinkets they created!

What does your compost look like?

I never knew much about composting until I got married. Since then, I’ve discovered them everywhere. Do any of these look like yours?

Ultimate zero waste food

Cook and eat the meat, compost the skin and bake the seeds. Can you guess what it is?

Weeds in the compost?

We’d always read NOT to do this but yes, ladies and gentlemen, we are putting weeds in the compost!

Reusing plastic garbage bags

Last year we transported the homemade compost in my trunk from Norfolk, VA to Yulee, FL in order not to waste what we’d worked so hard to make and in order to use the homemade compost in our new garden.

The compost didn’t smell bad, but it was hot and wet and left a mess in the bags.

Pruning the pear tree

My husband goes by the book. Literally. He has about 10 different gardening books he sifts through before he does anything. My philosophy is, “Well, my mom does this every year and it works for her.” Or my newest version:

Me: “Well, Ed did it and it worked.”
My husband: “Who’s Ed?”
Me: “You know, from The Garden at 8505.”
My husband: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Me: “From the blog. You know Ed, the gardener whose wife wrote the post about the no-poo.”
My husband: “No-poo?”
Me: “She wrote a post about using no shampoo. You know, the one who pruned his pear trees with his son. I showed you last week.”
My husband: “Oh yeah. The guy in the hat.”