Tuesday 20 October 2009

From My Garden..To Yours !

Flowers are the beautiful hieroglyphics of nature with which she indicates how much she loves us. - Goethe

Imagine walking into your office with your head full of plans for the day, and catching a sight of a small little present that waits for you on your desk. Won’t it just make your day?!

It will always bring a smile no matter if it’s just a randomly picked flower or a little note saying “Have a good day!”

Life is all about sharing love and spreading smiles where ever you go. I like to take flowers on my way for my friends. During the time I was working at City PAF Chapter, my Senior Ministers, Ms Ruksana, loved motia flowers, so I would take some for her everyday. Once I forgot but she noticed and complained that she had been waiting for her flowers that morning. It felt amazing that few flowers can become so valuable and can spread a smile on their faces.
Just yesterday, Vice Principal form same school sent a message for me that she is still taking care of water lettuce plants that I gave her last year. It filled my heart with inexpressible delight.
As gardeners we all should practice giving each other something from our own garden. I am lucky to have found amazing gardener friends here at Dawood Public School. I had to give them something special!
Some of my cacti made it to the desks of my friends but many other baby cacti wanted a new home and Fahim (my gardener buddy) agreed to adopt them! I am happy for them.

You must take a walk through your garden, there ought to be something that you can present a friend and make them speechless with joy :)


~ Happy Gardening!

Zahra


Thursday 8 October 2009

A Day in Pictures



Why try to explain miracles to your kids when you can just have them plant a garden. ~Robert Brault

Gardening requires lots of water - most of it in the form of perspiration. ~Lou Erickson

There can be no other occupation like gardening in which, if you were to creep up behind someone at their work, you would find them smiling. ~Mirabel Osler

One of the most delightful things about a garden is the anticipation it provides. ~W.E. Johns,

Coffee. Garden. Coffee. Does a good morning need anything else? ~Betsy CaƱas Garmon

Why Did My Plant Die?

Why Did My Plant Die?

Geoffrey B. Charlesworth






You walked too close. You trod on it.


You walked too close. You trod on it.


You dropped a piece of sod on it.


You hoed it down. You weeded it.


You planted it the wrong way up.


You grew it in a yogurt cup


But you forgot to make a hole;


The soggy compost took its toll.


September storm. November drought.


It heaved in March, the roots popped out.


You watered it with herbicide.


You scattered bonemeal far and wide.


Attracting local omnivores,


Who ate your plant and stayed for more.


You left it baking in the sun


While you departed at a run


To find a spade, perhaps a trowel,


Meanwhile the plant threw in the towel.


You planted it with crown too high;


The soil washed off, that explains why.


Too high pH. It hated lime.


Alas it needs a gentler clime.


You left the root ball wrapped in plastic


.You broke the roots. They’re not elastic.


You walked too close. You trod on it.


You dropped a piece of sod on it.


You splashed the plant with mower oil.


You should do something to your soil.


Too rich. Too poor. Such wretched tilth.


Your soil is clay. Your soil is filth.


Your plant was eaten by a slug.


The growing point contained a bug.


These aphids are controlled by ants,


Who milk the juice, it kills the plants.


In early spring your garden’s mud.


You walked around! That’s not much good.


With heat and light you hurried it.


You worried it. You buried it.


The poor plant missed the mountain air:


No heat, no summer muggs up there.


You overfed it 10-10-10.


Forgot to water it again.


You hit it sharply with the hose.


You used a can without a rose.


Perhaps you sprinkled from above.


You should have talked to it with love.


The nursery mailed it without roots.


You killed it with those gardening boots.


You walked too close. You trod on it.


You dropped a piece of sod on it.

further reading

crops in pots