I threw as much compost as I could make at my garden, but also bought some mushroom compost. I added peat every year. I finally found coir, coco fiber, and it lasts longer than peat. I had more clay than sand, but they both need the same things.
I sent some videos of his work, skill, to my son earlier this year. The poor boy had never heard of him. I had been remiss. It's as bad as not knowing that John Hartford wrote Gentle On My Mind.
That guy looks as though he's led a pretty hard life.
I've recently watched a few Investigation Discovery channel programs, and this looks like something that they'd feature.
Forget ghosts and things that go bump in the night; people are far more frightening.
I don't know how to start a thread here. My son moved to Pine Hill four months ago. He's a block from from Pine Valley, and he found a two foot long skin in his basement yesterday. He doesn't know anything about snakes. I'm hoping that someone here can help.
I thought that they were older. I used to have a paper copy of them. Renee was going to order a set and asked if anyone else wanted them. The maps, papers were huge and had to be printed by a local architect.
Has anyone else here taken an old fashioned drafting class?
That was very interesting. Thank you.
17. "...By 1850 the Underground Railroad ran all the way from the deep South to Canada. That was largely thanks to the ex-slave who was known as the “Father of the Underground Railroad.” His name was William Still, and his base of operations was just six...
My son fixed my dryer last month. It sounded as though I was trying to dry baseballs. Nothing looked worn, so after three tries, he ordered the repair kit. It contained two drum rollers, a pulley, and a tensioner. It worked. Those Youtube videos are great.
Damn. I haven't talked to him in a few years. When my husband died in 2010, he asked if there was anything that he could do for me. I asked him to call me once in a while--he did--and if I sounded sorry for myself, to take me for a ride through the Pines. He did that, too.
Old age never comes alone. My mother had a setback for a few years in her early 70s when dad died. She came back like a hungry tiger a few years later. My nephew called her Bunny--the Energizer Bunny. She didn't start to slow down again until she was in her 80s.