Maybe I have a twisted sense of humor, but I think that's hilarious.
My "good" hive swarmed at the beginning of March. I was really not expecting it, and am still quite irked.
I'm a bit spoiled--the lab I work for tests peanut butter, and they test three finished glass jars every day. Which they then throw away.
I haven't quite figured out what to do with all the peanut butter, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.
I'm... 98% certain they don't. Google is coming up with no results, I've never seen a runner on one of my plants, and The Backyard Berry Book says to propagate from cuttings and/or seed. Are you sure you have gooseberries and not something else?
Single use, shmingle use. You can use them until the edges are noticeably bent-up--we did all the time when I was a kid, and they did not seal nearly as badly as the agricultural department and Ball marketing would imply.
Tattler lids have a trick to them--finger-tip-tight, then turn back a...
Liquid loss can also be a function of how tightly you're closing your jars. Make sure they're actually fingertip tight, and that nothing (sugar, for instance, or rust in older canning rings) is keeping them from moving freely.
But don't close them so tightly they explode, of course.
I feel about purslane how a surprising number of people here feel about pigweed. It's easy to pull, a great treat for my rabbits, you can pickle the stems (or eat it while you weed--it's not at all bitter) it's low-growing enough that it's not likely to crowd established plants out, and it keeps...
Pigweed is evil. Gallant soldier may reproduce like gangbusters, dock may be impossible to pull, and purslane may not know how to die, but nothing tries to take over a garden like pigweed. (There's nothing quite so annoying as pulling weeds for a couple hours and then coming back to find that...
My parents have had Concord grapes for upwards of ten years, and only this past year have they gotten any sort of harvest worth mentioning--but they pretty much planted them and let them be. They're not suitable for fresh eating (unless you're a starving teenage boy), but they make excellent...
I picked a gallon and a half of peas (so probably about a pint, once they're processed), finished hoeing, and stepped barefoot onto a chopped-off (read, sharpened) woody weed. Right in the arch of the foot. And of course you can't put a bandaid on the bottom of your foot. Grouch, grumble, gripe...
...there's such a thing as late tomatoes?
As a northerner, I thought tomatoes just produce until they die of cold? Do they stop when they get too old?
Should I move south?
In my experience (I grew them last year) Early Girl is very much a store-type tomato. They produce a lot and store very well, but the flavor is sub-par (admittedly with heavy rain, which can dilute flavor, but the other tomatoes I grew tasted a lot better). I decided not to grow them this year...
The top one looks like wild cherry, and the middle one looks like american elm? I'd cross-reference pictures of bark, to check.
The bottom looks sort of like a strawberry, but not quite. I'd guess it's related. Do you see any like it, but with runners?
Well, the good news is, it doesn't hurt chickens.
If you're as allergic as I am, you spray it with a very strong herbicide (glysophate is best. That's Roundup, or a generic version thereof) repeatedly, while thinking negative thoughts at it. I find the chant "Die, Die, Die" helps too.
Rake...
So, I just got back to work today, after two weeks away, and my job is actually working for a lab that tests food. Specifically, we test Smucker's Peanut Butter. Smucker's also owns Jif, and one of our sister labs tests Jif.
I'm not sure if I'm allowed to tell you the name of the company that...
I had a lot of trouble with bare-roots to start with, and after thirty-three of my thirty-five originals either didn't start, or died after a week, I had to buy potted plants (oh, the shame of it) from the greenhouse.
I did get this last batch of June-bearers to start and grow, in Miracle-Grow...
I haven't transplanted, but I did set up a bed around them and cultivated them. Once in a blue moon, I got a berry as large as the end of my thumb, but most were around half an inch. They were very tasty, moreso than any of my everbearing strawberries. They did not keep well at all, and from a...