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In the Gardens

Now that spring has arrived we're gearing things up in the gardens. To create more space in the raised beds we transplanted the herbs to containers last year, and they're still going strong.

We also invested in some bell peppers and tomatoes, the two vegetables I cook with most often.

Year two for the strawberry plants got off to a slow start, but they're now making up for that.

I have to find some recipes for desserts with strawberries, as they're low in sugar and good for me.

More peppers and tomatoes. We're planning to share these with neighbors if they produce more than I can use.

The two brussel sprout plants are doing fine, although still growing slower than we expected.

Our pole beans have sprouted; we planted four of these as they produce so much we won't need more.

More tomatoes and peppers. My guy went a little crazy with these because his favorite dinner is one that combines both, I think.

Mom's grapefruit tree survived all the cold snaps and is getting bigger.

It's already flowering, too.

I'm happy to report that Dad's orange tree likewise survived, although it lost a lot of branches due to the freezes. We're waiting a bit before we prune it.

I was really happy to see the new growth on this tree.

Finally my guy pruned my favorite tree, our Japanese maple. The center branch had died, and I was afraid it wouldn't make it, but it's finally putting out leaves.

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Maria Zannini said…
Everything looks great. I've never been able to grow strawberries. Birds and bunnies nibble on them before I can pick them.

And last week I was caught by the last overnight mini freeze after I had put my citrus trees back outside. I think they'll recover but they lost all their tiny fruits that they were starting to develop. Ce la vie.

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