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The first Early Girls
The regularly scheduled blog is the update of the garden. I will write about that in 3 short paragraphs. See, there's even a photo of the first tomatoes.

But first: WHOO-HOOO!

Can you hear the absolute unbridled enthusiasm through the cable modem?? Feeding My Ohana was mentioned in the San Jose Mercury News, print and digital circulation = 2.6 Million(!), yesterday, 6/15/11, in the Home Plates section. Click here for the link.

A BIG thank you to my husband, kids, family and all my ohana who have supported the site (and me). And aloha new visitors!

I shall now return to the regularly scheduled garden update. Awhile back, I had to admit how the then-very-neglected garden was Not Growing At All (click here for post).
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Chard from the Yard
Well, it's back. Instead of a dog, I've decided to garden. As much as I like furry, slobbery, unconditional love, I really love eating more. And there is only so much time in the day. 

It's pretty amazing what 12 bags of chicken poop, compost and plastic forks and straws and a little water will do. A very cool, rainy spring/summer means that lettuce, chard and bok choy still grow. But it's just warm enough for tomatoes, cukes, zukes, eggplant and blind-date melon/pumpkin/squash.

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Fork in, cats out.
What role do plastic, non-recyclable forks and un-environmentally friendly bendy straws play in the organic garden's return? Essential.

The garden's most persistent problem is feline. Four raised beds look like luxury bathrooms at Ritz Carlton for the neighborhood cat(s). Eggshells and orange rinds were no match for a cat who needs to 'go' badly enough. But forks and straws present a very, very uncomfortable consequence to Johnny Cat. Thorny stalks from trimming the rosebushes also work well, but these composted pretty quickly. The very fact that forks and straws are not recyclable and do last forever have made them very effective utensils in the war against kitty litter. 

So far, a cat-free garden where forks and straws have reared their spiky tines.

Eat Well. Be Well. (With one last whoo-hoo! to click here for the article.)