Last fall I whined about my troubled relationship with nasturtiums. But I did learn in the process. For example, I read some of the instructions! This spring, I read more of the instructions. Seems these splendid plants like to bloom in the coolth. Like sometime next fall once the sun has stopped frying everything in sight. My problem: I've already started several seedlings, which appear to be prospering. However, they have attracted a few gourmet insects. What I want to know is how to make sure these fellows survive until it's blossom time. I really don't like using poisons, BTW.
Notes: The second of the Coyote Radio blog interviews is up; this time, Sadira of Fooleswoode, talks about her approach and how blogging has affected her life. On a totally different subject, I was completely blown away by the new Vermont Country Store catalog that arrived today. You may know this outfit for selling pricey nostalgia products (Tangee lipstick ... Walnuttos candy... chenille bedspreads ... mumus). However, there on the same page with three industrial- strength bras is VCS' own comfort thong. This you gotta see!
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Remove the offending caterpillars carefully, carry in a convenient container on your next walk, and release them into the wild far from your house.
A starter thong. What will they think up next. I have heard about the trainer bra. Don't believe us guys have anything like that.
Thank you Ms. Stitch for an eminently practical solution to my problem! I found myself wondering what type of butterfly or moth that pretty green fellow would grow up to be.
Steve -- actually this thong isn't a trainer exactly. The copy talks about comfort, compares it to the dental floss variety. of thong...
Two bricks are an effective and environmentally friendly solution. What puzzles me is why do the 'munchers' of the world not keep my lawn trimmed and feed up big on the oxalis?
JC,Sir: The two bricks indeed make a final solution to the munchie problem. BTW, I'm less concerned with my nasturtiums being organic than I am about my dear cat Max, who likes plants, running into some deadly concoction for murdering caterpillars. As for the latter, I would like for them to grow up to be pretty critters ornamenting my potted garden -- just not at my expense.
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