tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736414.post2601517557943000579..comments2024-02-20T17:22:43.089-06:00Comments on The Literary Assassin: ah, spring!Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764623327385255044noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736414.post-57306403274291106052008-05-07T18:26:00.000-05:002008-05-07T18:26:00.000-05:00It sounds like cage time for your vegetable friend...It sounds like cage time for your vegetable friends. Maybe the little sickly one could use the hot house. <BR/>SGAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736414.post-83415573411384662502008-05-07T08:28:00.000-05:002008-05-07T08:28:00.000-05:00Not soda pop, but my mom has long used those gallo...Not soda pop, but my mom has long used those gallon plastic jugs that milk and water come in. I've been saving them up. They work great, although two of my plants are already so big I think they'll be poking out the top.Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17764623327385255044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736414.post-90693860914359380742008-05-07T01:21:00.000-05:002008-05-07T01:21:00.000-05:00"... watching my tomatoes growing..." Several yea..."... watching my tomatoes growing..." Several years ago I set out plants. Their first few weeks they spent in their own little green houses: the tops of two-liter bottles. Then they graduated to cages: wire contraptions to keep them from flopping all over the ground. Perhaps I'll do it again this year, if my neighbor tills the ground with his garden tractor(in payment for his using some of Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com