My First Entry
Hello faithful blog watchers/readers. This is the moment you have all been waiting for. Kenn has finally spoken.
Hi, my name is Kenn, as you probably have noticed. I am a girl (teenager is the preferred term) whose favorite color is green, fave animal is ducks, has a million friends (you are probably one of them, thanks for the support) and I enjoy, running (away), reading (and rereading is possible), drawing (it kinda looks like a person) and of course writing. I like to think of myself as an author-in-training, the trainer being books and my inner critique. I am typing this from my awesome lime-green vintage Apple Clamshell. I would have spoken sooner, maybe even with better words, but technology can be so simple, yet so complex. I was in the middle of a beautiful piece, when I had accidently grazed the mouse button, clicking something, all of my beautifully crafted words, disappearing into cyberspace, without a trace. I just hope this is as good.
Well, I woke up, late as I usually do in the summer, had breakfast, then went outside with Dad to look at our garden. Us Roper’s, in my opinion, had defied the odds by caring for a thriving garden in the middle of a Las Vegas summer. We have two watermelon plants, ten tomato (six being cherry tomatoes), a squash, a bell pepper, a cucumber, some carrots, a fresno chili pepper, an asparagus, (we used to have peas, but they were fried. We’re going to try again when it’s cooler) and a little flower (geraniums or something). Something had been eating our poor tomato plants, so we were looking at the leaves when we found them: the little, green tomato worms, catepillars to be exact. We peeled at least twenty that morning, including five eggs, and another twenty that afternoon. Here’s a video of me searching the leaves for the little pests.
Garden: Searching for pests from Hugh Roper and Vimeo.
When I came in, a grabbed a towel to dry the sweat off my face and when I came to put it away, in the mirror I saw a little catepillar clinging onto my shirrt. Jen was a little squimish (however you spell that).
Dad said there might be some sort of soapy spray to prevent butterflies form laying eggs, but his dad, being the champion gardener in the family, said just peeling them off works just as well. Well, wish us luck as we brave into the world of worms.
By the way, for you who are curious, we throw the catepillars into the dirt. we’re hoping they don’t climb back into the garden. At least we have Jen’s science fair project for next year. ;D
Here’s a couple more garden videos:
08/19/2007 | ken |
Sympathy for our garden?
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