Container Gardening, RV Style

The blueberry that I didn't kill...

Blueberry, Petunias, and a little Red, White and Blue

It has been several years since we have had a garden of any kind. We decided that this year would be a good time to change that. Since we will be staying put for the summer, having some pots of fruits and veggies sounded like a great idea.

Sweet Peppers

Sweet Peppers

It all started last winter when we stumbled upon some beautiful ceramic pots on clearance at a hardware store. We came home with several large pots and then filled in the gaps with smaller pots, a tote, buckets, even a bag of potting soil.

Color and Happiness

Color and Happiness

Everything is growing so much better than I expected. Our three tomato plants are covered in flowers and baby tomatoes, both sweet and hot peppers also have babies on them as well as more flowers. We have already enjoyed two cuttings of lettuce and will be harvesting our third round tomorrow. Even our little lemon trees seem to be happy.

Two zucchini plants and some sweet potatoes.

Zucchini and Sweet Potatoes. Not the prettiest containers, but they work.

Unfortunately I did kill one of the blueberry bushes and the kitties ate some of my pepper and tomato starts, but overall I think we are doing pretty well for our first year of container gardening. I am starting to think that perhaps a few of my containers are a little too small for what I have put in them, but I guess I will just have to wait and see how they do. I planted a lot of marigolds and petunias in with the veggies, so I can always remove some if they become overly crowded.



As the summer goes on, we will enjoy sweet peas and carrots, radishes and lettuce, tomatoes, peppers (both sweet and hot), sweet potatoes and zucchini, bush beans, strawberries, and herbs. Not bad at all for some clearance pots and a few packets of seeds. Of course, the big mystery now is where exactly we are going to put all of these pots when it is time to roll on…

Our garden.

Our garden.

My Heart Smiles…

“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called. ~A.A. Milne

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My Scrapbook

July 2010

I woke up some time ago and was unable to fall back asleep. As I lay there, as silly as it sounds, Great Follies was floating through my mind. I have been on the fence for the last several months about whether or not to continue blogging, and I realized tonight that perhaps I was basing that decision on the wrong things. I thought I could let it slip away and not think too much about it. But sitting here at almost 1am, reading through old posts, watching my beautiful children grow up over the years, I realize just how wrong I was. Truth is, this little site is like my scrapbook, and it is very special to me.

I started Great Follies five years ago this month, right after we moved to Great Falls, Montana. If you had asked me then, I probably would have said that we would stay there forever, find a little house, settle in for the long haul. I never in a million years would have imagined what lay in store for us. And here is the thing: our journey is far from over. I have no idea where we are going to end up, or when or how. All I know is that anything can happen, and we are ready for whatever comes our way.

I also know that if I do not continue to share little stories and pictures, then so many of the details will be lost along the way. I need those details. I need to be able to pour over the story of our lives. I need to remember the little moments that might otherwise be forgotten.

It may take me a while to get caught up, but at least now I will be able to do so. Great Follies is back up and running…

May 2015

May 2015

Walking in Winter

It was absolutely beautiful out today! Amazing sunshine, calm winds, temps above freezing (finally!) Charbie and I decided it was a perfect day to go for a walk. We walked the half mile to Montana and then went up the trail to the Bodmer Overlook.

The trail was still snow covered, but except for the drifted areas, it was pretty easy going. Apparently nobody else has been out hiking lately either. There were no other prints on the trail except for deer, pheasant, and coyote.

From the house, Bodmer Overlook is only about five miles round trip, but it felt oh, so good to be out there today. The next few days are supposed to be warm as well, so Charbie and I are looking forward to more walks. I think tomorrow we will head down to the river.

Little Miss Anna

When we released Anna back into the wild last month, we had no idea if we would ever see her again. I had hoped that she would stick around and eventually warm to us. Maybe she would even come to forgive us for dragging her into the vet where she was poked and prodded and altered.

At first, there was no sign of her. Then, about two days after she was set free, we had our first sighting. She kept her distance but began coming daily for food. Then it got colder again and she started coming to the house. Our house, not the beautiful, cozy little house that Rob built for her. She sat outside our door and waited patiently for someone to come out to pet her. She even tried coming up the stairs a few times. Catheryn quickly became her little friend and Charbie learned really fast to respect her. She does, after all, have very sharp claws.

Then it got even colder and she made her way into the shop. She grabbed a bite to eat and disappeared. Nobody knows where she sleeps, she is like a little ghost. Her food disappears, she leaves little kitty droppings in her designated spot, and heads back to her little hidey hole. Even Catheryn and I cannot lure her out. Perhaps she is afraid she will be thrown back out into the cold. She seems to be liking ‘indoor’ life, and I cannot say that I blame her.

She is a sweet girl and has the loudest purr I have ever heard. She pads her little paws constantly when you are petting her and rubs on everything. I have never seen a more grateful kitty. She is officially part of the family and you never can tell, maybe someday she will find herself sound asleep on the couch, snuggled between Remington and Charbie, with Hamish sprawled on top of her. I can totally see that…

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Miss Anna