Wednesday, August 26, 2009
This is what my garden looks like at this late date - note the fluffy mounds of wiregrass in what should be a neatly groomed blueberry patch.
The benches look picturesque and "gardeny" but two are made of logs and became the home for a bee nest last summer, so I'm leery of sitting on them. The third (on the right) was built by my daughter and is solid as a rock -and heavy as one too. It'll last forever and bees don't care for it since it's treated wood.
On a pole between two of the benches is a wooden garden box built by my DH and meant to be a place to stash my gloves, trowel, possibly even a cold drink hidden away from the bees. It needs to be sprayed at least twice a year - once in spring to keep spiders from nesting there, and again in mid-summer, to dash the spiders hopes again when they stop by just to check and make sure.
It occurs to me I may sound phobic about insects.
It's not like we don't have brown recluse spiders, black widow spiders, and many different kinds of wasps/hornets/bees that nest in the eaves/in the yucca/in the walkway/in the ground.
And then there's the praying mantis (did you know they bite?). (I would never dream of hurting one of them, but I am careful when reaching into plants).
I'm thinking I definitely am phobic about the insects.
And I'm not even mentioning the crickets.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
First things first: pour the comfrey/rosemary oil through a strainer (either wire or cheesecloth will do - anything that will remove the plant material from the oil) into the crock pot. Let the pile of darkened plant matter drain for a bit.
Cut approximately a quarter of the bar of beeswax into tiny pieces such as the above, and add a little at a time to the hot oil, stirring as it melts.
Smaller jars can be found at yard sales or GW, and if you find the beeswax on sale, stock up - it keeps indefinitely. The other supplies are all non-consumable, and should last you for years. When I pack up my crockpot, I throw a spoon, the strainer, a knife for chipping up the beeswax, and extra labels in with it. Next year, I'm ready to go.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
This is not my doing!
They chose to come out of the backyard and into my space!
Fine. Okay. Whatever. However, whenever I go out to pick the tomatoes to the right of the yucca, or water the herbs to the left of the yucca, or if I even just stand and watch the yucca, the nest gets upset. Lots more little bees show up, and swirl about, darting towards me.
I can't have this. These are the same sort of obnoxious little twerps that stung me repeatedly last summer.
So two nights ago I sprayed the yucca. (Yes, nothing is safe in our yard - we are so very, very far away from being peaceful hippy dippy veggie gardeners it's not even funny at this point.)
Then I proceeded to the garage, flashlight in one hand, spray can (27 ft. spray) in the other hand, and managed to spray the big nest (it's approximately 7" across, and was piled high with several layers of sleeping wasps). My game plan included spraying, then pulling the steel door shut really quick. Unfortunately, it didn't occurr to me that I had the spray in one hand, the flashlight in the other, and had left my third hand in the house.
Juggled can and light, grabbed door, yanked it shut, just in time to hear loud pops for divebombing wasps hitting the door. They were not happy campers.
Picture me running in flip flops for the house, in the dark, waving spray can and flash light.
Next morning, DH goes out early before work and decides big nest doesn't look quite dead, so he sprays it again.
Whether or not he ran for his car I don't know.
Later that morning, at a normal hour when I get up, I go out to check the two nests. The yucca nest is carrying as usual - spraying didn't even faze them - although when I walk by, the traffic increases, and I can almost hear them whispering "That's her -she's the one."
And the big nest? The floor beneath it is littered with tons of wasps.
But not all of them.
Some are sitting up on the nest, waiting.
Apparently, they were deep inside the nest, or perhaps on a sleepover at friends, and returned to a mass grave on the floor.
They don't bother to whisper, they just start flying.
Right into the door I slammed. Again.
The war was won late last night, after a trip to Lowe's for foaming spray that shoots 25 feet. By the time I was done with it, it looked like a giant snowball hanging there.
Then I sprayed under the yucca - it looked like 5" of snow had fallen.
This morning, I swept up the wasp bodies. One stray wasp wandered by, and then flew away screaming, carrying tales of the giant who slaughtered an entire village. Good. This will teach them to keep their nests up under the eaves or out in the trees.
Meanwhile, about the bees under the yucca? They are some tough little b$##*'s. They apparently eat bug spray for breakfast and beg for more. And for some reason, there seems to be even more now, like they are calling in reinforcements.
My next gardening tool may be a flamethrower.
Wait until several hours after sunset.
Use the foaming stuff - the liquid just irritates them.
Be ready to run (flip flops are less than satisfactory footwear).
When cleaning up the bodies (or dealing with just one), don't smoosh the bodies. Wasps have a chemical in their thorax that signals their nest mates that they've been attacked. Guess what their friends do when they get that signal?
Wasps have a sense of smell. They will know it's you when you come back to see how many are dead. Be prepared for this.
Wait at least 24 hours before trying to remove the nest.
If it's a small nest, you can leave it to discourage other wasps from nesting there. In our case, we'll be removing it tomorrow, because it's deep enough there may be eggs in there that have yet to hatch. (Yep, the fun just keeps coming).
The easiest way to avoid these creatures is to wander about your home's exterior in the early spring, and use the 25 ft liquid spray to coat all the attractive spaces BEFORE the wasps start nesting. The spray lasts approximately 3 months, so just repeat mid-summer. That way they can look for more satisfactory housing.
None of these suggestions work for the wasps that nest in the ground. If they are in our yard, we pour gasoline down the holes. It's simply too dangerous to chance running the mower over their nest - three people in our area have been killed over the last two summers by swarms of these guys. So - gasoline du jour it is.
Tomorrow - salve making. Much less violent. Probably.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Okay, we'll work with this. Usually I chop and freeze tomatoes, green peppers, and onions together, ready to use for spaghetti or soup or crock pot roasts, but this year the Virginia creeper got ahold of the onions and strangled them.
Pop the lid on top, and stash in the freezer.
Come deep and dark December, each container will be a summery start for a delicious soup.
It's just that usually there's a whole lot more of them.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
I would just like to say that many years ago, I was a peace-loving, sortof flower child, mellow, anti-war kind of person. Years ago I would have carried this little bug safely out of my garden and told him to Fly, fly, fly away home!
Now, not so much.
Now I get the malathion spray out. (And I kill black snakes. Apparently I am now bloodthirsty and out-of-control).
But, in my defense, this little guy, Pentatomoidea, has totally invaded my space, i.e. my garden. It was bad enough when we started finding them in the house, but totally inexcusable when they left the house and discovered the garden.
Specifically, the tomatos. Big beautiful tomatoes until you turn them and see the other side, and it's collapsed and mushy because Mr. Stinkbug and a thousand of his closest friends have sucked it dry. (They use their little vampire tongues to inject an enzyme into the unsuspecting tomato, turning it yellow at the injection point, and the enzyme turns the tomato into a giant slushee.)
My garden is ruined. At least the tomatoes. Except the cherry tomatos, which are either not to their liking, or they just haven't gotten over there yet. Probably scheduled for next week. Can't be everywhere at once you know.
So yesterday, I did what I usually do ('cause I really don't like mixing poison, or things that are flammable, but that's another post). I called my dad. He knew exactly which poison to use, and came right over to mix up a batch and spray the tomatoes, and the peppers and gourds just so the stinkbugs would have to find another place to dine.
If there's any left alive that is.
Hopefully, the green tomatoes will now survive and at least a partial crop will be possible.
Little side story here: the rumor we've heard is that when we had the huge ladybug infestation a few years ago (which I had NO PROBLEMS with, I love the little ladybugs, even when there's millions of them), a local nationally known tech university decided to release the ladybugs natural predator - the stinkbug. It worked, much fewer ladybugs now. In fact I've only seen maybe three all summer. Worked a little too well. However, the stinkbug's natural predator no longer exists. It has no natural predator (can my reader see where this might be a problem?)
It is footloose and fancy-free, multiplying, dividing, and invading homes, gardens, and running will-nilly wherever it wants, while snacking indiscriminately on my tomatoes.
The worst feature of the stinkbug is it's smell - designed to attract other stinkbugs, it's apparently gross and vile to humans. I say apparently because I can't smell it. Nada, zip, nothing -could be roses for all I can tell.
So if they had stayed out of my garden, my house and yard could have become a stinkbug sanctuary, with little signs posted at the end of the driveway (SLOW! Stinkbug Crossing!)
But with the whole inconsiderate attack on the tomatos - the gloves came off and the poison went on. I could hear screams from the battlefield all night. Tomorrow, I go out to survey the carnage, and take back my tomatoes.
And I'm not at all sorry.
Monday, August 3, 2009
The thing about making herbal salves is you really have to know what you're putting in them.
For instance, comfrey is a great salve to put on shallow wounds, bruises, skin scrapes, burns, etc. But you don't want too much of it getting into your bloodstream, therefore it isn't appropriate for deep wounds.
Comfrey (as we discussed yesterday) contains allantoin, which speeds up cell replacement. It speeds it up A LOT. For this reason never use straight comfrey salve on a dirty wound. It will heal right over the germs, and seal them in, causing an infection.
Therefore, when making an all-pupose salve, it helps to add an antiseptic herb. There's a long list of what plants are natural antiseptics, but for my purposes I usually pick rosemary.
Rosemary is my wonder drug of choice -easy to grow, drought tolerant, has been shown to fight cancer, regenerate skin cells, goes nice with a roasted turkey, and makes your hair shiny when added to your favorite shampoo. Note: in all of these examples, a little goes a long way.This is all you need to make your own comfrey/rosemary oil. The olive oil can be virgin, extra-virgin, light virgin, or born-again virgin.
Tomorrow we make salve. (If I can find beeswax today without running into town). If the mixture needs to sit longer, that's fine.
Meanwhile, remember back in June when we followed damselndistress and made spearmint oil (okay her's was peppermint oil, but it turns out you can do either or both)?
Mine's ready. Actually it has been ready since July 24, but there was no time.
Before storing this, all of the plant matter should be strained out.
Peppermint oil can be used for headaches, asthma, fatigue (try a hot bath with a few drops of this oil added, or rubbing some on your temples for headache). I've also added it to generic hand lotion and it does wonders for skin that's dry, irritated, or for treating psorisis.
There are various sites that say you can add a single drop to tea (it's very high in Vitamin A and C), but I'm not excited about drinking it or ingesting it at all. That might be the dark peppermint oil, or the thought of tea itself, since I'm not a tea person.
And Miss Damsel says spraying cotton balls with it will keep mice away from their entry points, or even just spraying their favorite areas.
The mice in our house will probably gather up the cotton balls and make little scented pillows from them.
Wish me luck finding beeswax locally. Otherwise I will have to drive 25 miles, and making salve will be much less appealing.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Actually this photo is a couple weeks old, and it's rained (a lot) since then, so now it's much bigger.
And it's an herb, and now I have to figure out what to do with it. Especially since it's a perennial, and will be back next year, probably laughing at me, if I can't figure out what it's good for.
So - besides having huge broad leaves, with fuzzy fibers all over them, loving full sun and lots of water - what else do I know about it?
It grows as a wild-flower in Britain, with a long history of medicinal use.
It is the herb formerly known as knitbone, and modern research has confirmed that it contains allantoin, which speeds up cell replacement and helps with bone injuries and ailments.
Comfrey has been used to treat everything from lung disorders (asthma, bronchitus), to broken bones and sprains, to arthritis and ulcers, as well as burns and acne.
It was also believed at one time that a comfrey bath would repair the hymen, thereby creating born-again virgins. (I wouldn't count on that one too much.)
Internal use (teas and such) is no longer recommended -although I know many who use it for that, but I don't, being the one who prefers to err on the side of caution.
But comfrey salve is wonderful and making your own is easy. (Look for a post shortly on making salve). It can be used on sore muscles, bruises, burns, rashes, etc.This is what a proper comfrey bed looks, much bigger than my medium-size potted comfrey.The plants can be propagated simply by dividing the clumps (much like daylilies or irises).
It spreads easily and is hard to get rid of (like horseradish).
But if you have one of those proper beds of comfrey, the cut leaves make a great mulch for plants that like a lot of potassium (flowers, fruit or nut-bearing plants, also onions, gooseberries, currants, roses, potatos, tomatos).
The leaves break down into a thick black sludge, and a few added to your compost heap will produce heat, and help the rest of the compost plants decompose.
Or, if you have rain barrels, several comfrey leaves can be added, producing a manure tea after 4-5 weeks.
Such a sweet little plant in a pot, but capable of so many uses.
Look for the comfrey salve post in the next couple days.