Last week I covered the seedlings with straw and they survived well. Some of my other plants did not fare so well -
I told him, "I think so. I don't really know." He said "I thought you know these things."
I smiled and replied, "What I lack in knowledge, I make up in joy."
It is true. I may never be a master gardener, but I am all smiles when I am in the garden.
|My early Mother's Day Gift|
I put the straw back on my beds to protect the young plants. Even without snow, the temperature is supposed to drop to 26 tonight.
Last week when it was too cold to work in the garden, I transplanted the bell peppers that were failing to thrive into bigger containers and used potting soil. What a difference!
I also transplanted my tomatoes, which were getting leggy and they look happy now.
We just redid it this winter. I am thrilled with how it turned out.
It is so organized and easy to work in.
I painted an old frame, had hubby secure some pegboard and added pegs for my threads.
We hung my embroidery hoops on an old coat hook.
All my scissors are hanging right above my cutting board. And bulletin boards for ideas.
Um, I guess I'm idea-less at this moment.
This was a Ballard Design rip-off. Hubby cut out the arrows and I wood-burned them.
The other side of the room has the old antique rope bed my daughter slept in while growing up.
It's tall and only 3/4 size.
Above the bed hangs a ladder I took from my Dad's shop when he retired. It's old and worn and splattered in paint. I love it. I bought two different styles of picture frames from IKEA which fit in each rung perfectly. I still haven't printed out pictures for them yet.
And over the bed I painted a definition of Selah I saw on An Oregon Cottage
in another IKEA frame. (Don't you just love IKEA? My sewing chair is from there also.)
There's plenty of room for the ironing board when sewing. I also do yoga in this room in the morning. All my fabric and supplies are neatly stored in the closet.
But my favorite part of this room is the view I have when I am sewing.