Ring Weeder Gets Over $10,000 Backing

I came across this today. It's a simple device to help weeding. It's already exceeded the inventor Vincent Suozzi's expectations of raising $8500 - it's up to over $10,000 raised for production. It'll cost $8 for one and shipping is $15 for us in Ireland.


Have a look and let me know your thoughts, and maybe even pledge the $8 yourself.


Go to the KICKSTART PAGE and see how the pledges are flooding in!!

UPDATE:  Today (31stJuly 13) the amount has rocketed to OVER $13,000 

500 Backers and counting!!

My Hat and I?

Does anyone really understand me and my hat?

Living in a Sunny Dream

“You might think you look like someone who is walking the African savannah, but....” The family verdict was coming about my new purchase of a fabulous Panama Hat. “to us it just looks like, well, it just sort of sits on your head” .

“That’s what they are supposed to do”, I reply, quietly relieved that’s all they could throw at me.

They are right of course, the hat might not physically transform me to the deck of the African Queen with Humphrey Bogart (who I have just been informed wore a sailors hat in the film) but at least I can use my imagination and not get sunburnt ears while I dream of sitting under a rotating roof fan sipping a gin and tonic  in the tropical heat (the tonic is to supply me with quinine to stop me getting malaria in the film that’s going on in my head of course.) 

Tackling Weeds

I’m tackling a few weeds in between the rows of peas and beans today. It’s funny how my approach to the weeds changes throughout the year. In winter I don’t really think of them at all, early in spring I try to get them as they germinate, in late spring I pick and hoe down the annuals and pull out the perennials before they get to about three inches. 

As the summer approaches I try to keep them off the veggies to give the plants a better chance at catching the light. In mid to late summer all I want to do is to pull or hack them back so they don’t flower, go to seed and spread. By autumn I realise just how futile my attempts have been, especially when the neighbours don’t have the same attention to dandelion seed heads and encroaching brambles as me. Airborne seeds know no boundary. It’s good for me to have a few rogue weeds around though, it adds to the diversity of the garden and I get more visitors of the insect variety coming to visit, most of them friendly.

Second Flush

I’ve been cutting back the herbaceous geraniums. They are not the same as pelargoniums you see in hanging baskets as they spread like crazy given the space.  I have done this because they will give me a second flush of flowers come late summer.  Nepita, astrantia and lamuim are all good to chop back for a second flush as most of the flowers come together.  For other plants such as my climbing rose, the flowers are best chopped off as they go over, or drop their petals, which in this plants case, every day. If I could dig it out I would,  but it has resisted all efforts up to yet. Maybe in winter I will tackle it.

First Flush

The first flush of fast growing plants is over in the tunnel and I am being extremely organised and replanting any that I pull up. The radish, mustard, coriander have been reseeded and I have also done a late sowing of spinach, basil and lettuce. 

I’ve also planted a late batch of broccoli for my father in law, but the intense heat has killed off three attempts I have made so far, they are not used to being germinated at this time of year really.  The fourth attempt has been put away in a cool shay place until they plants are sturdy enough to look after themselves.  Some of the cuttings from the box hedge I dug up last week have suffered the same fate, ones that were in direct sunlight turned brown in a day. Thankfully I still have 40 good ones going into the shade with the broccoli so all is not lost.

Bushy Tomatoes

The tomatoes are coming on well, both inside and outside of the tunnel. I have three different types to cover me in case any are like the balls of foam I had last year.  There are some busy types that I am leaving alone to fall on the tunnel floor and spread like they would in the Mediterranean, but some of the others I am pinching the side shoots out and supporting on poles to speed up the fruiting and ripening process. We generally have to do this to cope with the short growing season here, but after the last few weeks I think it’s the turn of the bushy ones to keep on cropping.

In fact standing next to the tomato and geraniums I do feel as though I could be sunning myself on a veranda in the Med, the hat helps of course, but no-one really understand me and my hat..

Growing Fast

My only complaint is that the vegetables are growing too fast!

I have a friend over having a look at the contents of the polytunnel. “You can eat those,” he says pointing to the tops to the white turnips. “They are not to everyone’s taste but if you add a bit of lemon it takes away the bitterness.” 

Later that day I thought I would give it a go.  These turnips are just one of the vegetables growing at break neck speed in the tunnel.  If this is my only complaint about the recent heatwave and sunny days then I am a lucky man.  My lad says that staring at plants stops them from growing, much in the same way a watched kettle never boils. One day when I have the time I will try and prove him wrong.

Turnip Tops

Back to the turnip tops.  I prepared them in the same manner I do the spinach, which is to rip the leaves up and throw them into a pan after rinsing. I don’t add any more water as this makes the leaves too mushy. Then I cooked them for a while until they seemed to boil down to nothing.  Fresh turnip tops are hairy - and still are when they have been boiled up, combine this with the most bitter “green” taste and the slimy consistency of a slug trail and ‘voila’ you have cooked turnip- tops. I can eat most things that come out of the garden but the green mush ended up in the dogs bowl.

As things are growing so quickly in the glorious sunshine, it’s the compost bin that seems to be devouring most of my produce as the dogs can only eat a small proportion of boiled up leaves.  The quality of the crops isn’t good enough in my eyes to give away to people either. The spinach both inside and outside of the tunnel seemed to go from small fresh salad leaves straight to flowering and bolting without the abundance of growth I expected. I have sown a second batch this week so hopefully these might produce a better crop later in the season. I have had to dig up most of the radish and mustard too as these have got too leathery. 

Manure and the law

I don’t class the produce I compost as wasted though, it’s a green manure which will be ready for next year. I might need more of it some next year as I have heard some disturbing news about a local supplier of my well rotted horse muck.  This very generous man used to leave the muck under some trees down a laneway near his farm so it was accessible to us to collect with bags and throw into the boot of the car.  The council have had a complaint from a passing pedestrian and have made a decision to prosecute him for illegal dumping. In America residents are being imprisoned for growing veggies in their front gardens, let’s hope our local justice system sees sense and the court sees his only action is to help gardeners feed the land.

Boxed in

I like box (buxus sempervirens) especially when grown as a hedge as they are slow to get out of shape.  These tough shrubs, unlike my vegetables don’t seem to grow even when you don’t look at them and are a real testament to patience.  I had two very large specimens on either side of the front door that had probably taken about 30 years to form into two identical looking circular space ships.  As art forms they were fine, but come a wet day and you couldn;t help brushing past them coming through the door, getting everything soaked.  I tried trimming them back last year but they are like a balloon, take away the surface and there’s nothing left on the inside. I don’t want to have to wait years for them to grow back if I cut them right back so out they came. They didn’t put up too much resistance either as the roots were shallow enough. I am keeping the legacy of the box shrubs alive though as I took 40 cuttings before I hacked them back.  I might use them to set a hedge somewhere in the future. The ground where the shrubs are taken out probably hasn’t seen any compost or bulking agents since they were planted so will need a bit of TLC before anything goes in.

It’s a bit strange going out of the door now as it feels very open, but we are getting more light into the house through the door glass and I am sure the bare patches will soon be planted up, maybe with vegetables, as thankfully it’s not illegal here.

Party Time and Lemon

The marquee goes up for the teenage party

I was a bit stressed at the beginning of this week. My lad was hosting his 15^th birthday party and despite my best efforts to have it away from the house, I failed. I made a few suggestions about holding the event in a skate park or community centre but it didn’t go down too well. I even phoned up the local hotels and bars but even he can’t pass for a 23 year old, which is the youngest age you can have a party in these places. 

There was nothing else for it but to take my oil and make preventative preparations at the house.  I was also very well aware that the party was to be hosted on the last day of term and this was going to mark the start of the summer holidays.  

As I couldn’t legally get a hold of tranquiliser darts I set about organising things, all with ulterior motives, mainly to keep as many people out of the house as possible when the party got into full swing.  I couldn’t just ask everyone to stand outside, especially if it was raining so I dug out the old marquee. It all sounds very posh, but it’s very like a giant coal bag with windows.  It’s been three years since it was last used but all the bits were there and the whole thing fitted nicely in between the tunnel and garage on the lawn. I gathered together as many chairs as I could and cobbled together a table made from plastic stacking shelves. 

Hey presto an outside party space.

Preparations

It took me a day to organise things then just before the party started at 6pm the following day, I did the parental supportive thing by clearing off out of the way and leaving it all to Julie.  My track record preceded me and when a friend asked my lad what time the party was starting he told him “when my dad leaves” I got the message.

Returning later after a few hours in the local pub I was pleasantly surprised. There was a rogue half eaten banana behind the toilet bowl and a smashed lamp but other than that we seemed to get away unscathed. I was amazed too that the fruit bowl was missing the avocados, these empty skins were outside and obviously the partygoers had an appetite for healthy food as there were piles of packets of crisps left over. I dawned on me later that I was concerned about the inside of the house, but didn’t give a thought to the inside of the tunnel, the veggie patch or flower beds. I think in hindsight it’s because if things get damaged indoors it’ll cost me to replace them but in the garden nature takes over and fixes nearly everything from snapped stems to new flowers. As it happened no-one even went in the tunnel, not even for a nosey.  

Enjoy the moment

I was anxious before the party about how well it would go, when the party was on I was anxious about how I was going to clean up afterwards, when I was cleaning up I was anxious about who will take over the mantle of growing their own vegetables in the future.  You know what? Things have a habit of sorting themselves out. I don’t need to worry; someone at the party eats avocados after all.

Charging the flies

I did find one way of venting my pre party frustrations.  For some reason the flies seem to be out and about a bit early this year and they are getting into the house even if all the doors and windows are closed.  It’s another sign that I am getting a bit too fussy and OCD but the thing that bothers me second (after spreading germs onto food) is that they walk over my computer screen and leave tiny little globules of liquid behind. Don’t get me started about people poking the screen with their fingers; they don’t get a second invite through the door!  

What I have now is an electronic fly killer. It’s shaped like a small tennis racket and has a wire mesh where the strings go.  This is charged by batteries in the handle and although its’ only 3 volts it’s enough to kill the pesky flies instantly on contact.   Cheap pound shops can be accused of pandering to peoples greed at getting something for nothing but in this case it’s the best think I have bought since the last best thing I bought ( I think it was bamboo poles)  If I carry on getting the tennis swing practice in I will be taking part in Wimbledon next year.