Jabberwocky for 2005 February 25 (entry 1)

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[Comments] (3) Marigolds: I guess I'll dig up the miserable stripped elbow tomorrow, cut the pipe, replace it. Grrr.

I had an idea for the garden marigolds, which will save oodles of space and also look good. I'll fill the cells of the cinderblocks with potting soil and plant the marigold seeds in there. That way all the raised beds will have marigold borders.

I don't know if it's an old wives tale or not, that marigolds keep the bad insects out of the garden, but my grandpa always grew them, so does Richard Oman, and so have I.

I have some nasturtiums to mingle with the vegetables too. I forget what nasturiums do, but I can always feed them to my family in a salad like Aunt Jeuney used to. heh heh.


Posted by Kristen at Fri Feb 25 2005 18:00

My mom and I were discussing today how you are such a Renassiance woman. You know something about everything and are a great storyteller.

Posted by Marianne Morse at Fri Feb 25 2005 18:06

And, all your activity puts most of us to shame,I'm afraid!

Posted by Alyson at Sat Feb 26 2005 16:35

Marigolds remind me of the summer I worked for BYU's landscaping team (aka grounds crew). My favorite job was caring for the flower beds. Mostly we had marigolds in our assigned quadrant of campus. I'd often go home with my fingers smelling like marigolds because of all the dead-heading.

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