Raised Beds Gardening.

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The bed is on a concrete surface 16" x 20′ and I plan on a cedar raised bed about 10" high. Will this be deep enough for several vegetables? Corn, tomatoes, squash, strawberries, potatoes. Seattle area, the concrete bulkhead has a full sun exposure for most of the day. I have had good luck with tomatoes in the past and the spuds, but last year only the Delecta squash and the spuds got ripe. I do have the Square foot gardening reference.

I am trying to raise mealworms in a container 8"x8". The older worms and beetles are good with staying hydrated, but how do I know if the newly hatched worms are getting enough water? I have Flukers orange cubes scattered around the container but the new worms are so tiny so I cant imagine they would all be able to find the food. I am using 1" deep wheat bran for bedding so I think they are getting food at least. Help please?

Hi. I wrote this at age 12, and was just wondering if it was good or not.

Liz suppressed a groan as she slammed yet another book shut, tossing it into the slowly growing pile of books by her bed. She had got up early to get to the library today, and had signed out every book that had anything to do with the Elixir. Unfortunately, she had practically drained the library of all knowledge related to the legendary object. Nothing new could be learned, unless she was to sneak into the State-Only section.
Suddenly, the door to her dorm swung open with a creak. Liz’s head snapped up, and her heart started racing. But when two familiar-looking teenage boys entered the room, it immediately calmed, and she sighed with relief.
"What do you want?" She groaned.
Ringo rolled his eyes. "Do you even know what day it is?"
"Yes." She was growing a bit impatient. They disturbed her studying for that? "February the 14th."
"Yeah," Drew chimed in. "Valentine’s Day."
"Valentines Day?" Liz gasped. In this world, they had no Christmas, Hanukkah, or Easter. No festivities from Earth. She had no idea they still had Valentines Day… "So?" She crossed her arms. "It’s not like I have a Valentine."
Drew raised his eyebrows and grinned at Ringo, who glared at him as if to say ‘Why me?’. The younger Earle brother pushed Ringo forward, and mouthed ‘Go’.
"What is it?" Liz watched the scene unfold, one eyebrow raised.
Ringo took a deep breath of air, unclenched his fists and reached into his pocket. He fished around for a second, trying to buy some time, and came back up again with something in his hand, which he handed to Liz.
It was a rose. A single flower, with pale pink petals that swirled together like ice cream. They were delicately folded and layered, in a unique design that she had not seen on a rose before. She held it up to her nose and took a sniff. It smelled like candy.
Ringo started stammering. "Y-You know, you’re all lonely here and stuff, and, uh, me and Drew used to give our mother flowers all the time, and so, um, Drew just suggest I, y-you know, get you something. ‘C-Cause it’s Valentines Day, and most girls have SOMETHING, if anything, and it’s not, like, a romantic thing, it’s just as friends, so don’t get the wrong idea or-"
"Ringo?" She gazed up at him, not sure whether to laugh, cry, or hug him.
"Er, yeah? If you don’t like the color, we can change it. I thought red would be too bloody-looking, so…"
"Thank you." She smiled.
"Wh-What?" Ringo paused from his speech, looking shocked.
"I said, thank you."
Slowly, a wide, idiotic grin spread over Ringo’s lips. He puffed his chest up a bit, as if proud of himself. "N-No problem!"
Liz made a mental reminder to buy a vase for the flower. She had never felt so happy. Her very first Valentine, from one of her most best friends. She inhaled its sweet scent one more time before laying it carefully on her nighttable, and turning back to her books.

So, any critiques? Suggestions, advice? I want to improve so bad! >.< I’m only 13 now (my birthday is today. ), do don’t start flaming me!
Thanks!

I built two raised beds with 2"x12" PT lumber. Knowing that PT lumber should not be used for edible gardening, even thought the manufacturers have changed the chemicals to a copper compound. I initially lined the entire inside of the box with 4mm plastic sheeting and stapled to to the top edge. I did not realize that the plastic would become brittle and shred.

I am wondering if I could pull the dirt back and paint Kilz on the inside of the box to seal it. Is Kilz non toxic? Is the new PT lumber really dangerous as it leaches into vegetable garden soil?

I have about a half acre of land at the back of my house. A few months ago I got it levelled off, and I would like to grow some potatoes, maybe carrotts, and cabbage too. Might get a few hens as I’m at it. We all know there is a recession on & I think I have enough ground to grow stuff, and feed my family of 5.
So this land was levelled, there isn’t a blade of grass in it yet. The ground is wet, think bog/rushes. So I understand that I will need ‘raised’ beds, with a good 3" of stones underneath before I put some top soil into the beds. I like in Ireland, so the climate here is a bit of a mixed bag!
What sort of potatoe do I go for? I’m not interested in ‘summer potatoes’ for salad!, I’m talking about hearty spudz! That I can grow and possibly store for year round eating! (I understand that they should be stored in a cold place covered in sand & earth until eaten) Other then that I havent a clue what to do!
I suppose potatoe seeds come with instructions on that back (for my sake I hope so!!)
My dad used to scatter slug pellets on his potatoe beds, but he is cenile now, so he can’t help me.
Any advice would be welcomed and greatly appreciated.

We recently entered into a lease with option on a wonderful house in a great school district. Problem, our neighbors. I guess I should also state that we have 9 kids. From the day we moved in, they approached us about our kids riding their bikes in the road. We live in a cul-de-sac. They always get out of the way of cars and such. Then they complained about the trash my kids leave in our and their yard. The trash came from a pile a neighbor had in front of his house as he was moving out. The strong storm winds blew stuff all over the neighborhood. Then they wrote a letter to the HOA that I have a home business of childcare. My daughter, 17 babysits every weekend or so. The HOA dismissed the matter. The next thing I know, CPS is knocking on my door, stating that my 4 year old was seen outside by himself at 11pm playing with garden shears. A complete lie! All of my kids are in bed by 9:30! The garden shears are on hooks in the garage too high for any of my kids to reach. They have alienated my kids so that they don’t go into anyone’s yard, play with any of the other children, and are just like prisoners in our home.
A friend suggested for us to write them a letter, explaining that we just want to raise our kids peacefully and harmoniously in the neighborhood. We are hardworking parents wanting the best for our The letter would be like a "Why cant we all just get along?" letter.
We are raising our 9 kids to get along with people. They do! They have friends of all races and religions. Raising 9 is just like raising 1 in today’s world, hard! We just go one day at a time.

We recently entered into a lease with option on a wonderful house in a great school district. Problem, our neighbors. I guess I should also state that we have 9 kids. From the day we moved in, they approached us about our kids riding their bikes in the road. We live in a cul-de-sac. They always get out of the way of cars and such. Then they complained about the trash my kids leave in our and their yard. The trash came from a pile a neighbor had in front of his house as he was moving out. The strong storm winds blew stuff all over the neighborhood. Then they wrote a letter to the HOA that I have a home business of childcare. My daughter, 17 babysits every weekend or so. The HOA dismissed the matter. The next thing I know, CPS is knocking on my door, stating that my 4 year old was seen outside by himself at 11pm playing with garden shears. A complete lie! All of my kids are in bed by 9:30! The garden shears are on hooks in the garage too high for any of my kids to reach. They have alienated my kids so that they don’t go into anyone’s yard, play with any of the other children, and are just like prisoners in our home.
A friend suggested for us to write them a letter, explaining that we just want to raise our kids peacefully and harmoniously in the neighborhood. We are hardworking parents wanting the best for our The letter would be like a "Why cant we all just get along?" letter

After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. At last she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, "Who was THAT?"

A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like: "We used to skate outside on a pond. "I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard." "We rode our pony." "We picked wild raspberries in the woods." The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this in. At last she said, "I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!"

My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, "Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?" I mentally polished my halo while I asked, "No, how are we alike?" "You’re both old," he replied.

A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather’s word processor. She told him she was writing a story. "What’s it about?" he asked. "I don’t know," she replied. "You know I can’t read yet."

I didn’t know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me, and always she was correct. But it was fun for me, so I continued. At last she headed for the door, saying sagely, "Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these for yourself!"

A Sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments. They were finally ready to discuss the last one. The teacher asked if anyone could tell her what it was. Susie raised her hand, stood tall, and quoted, "Thou shall not take the covers off thy neighbor’s wife."

Our five-year-old grandson couldn’t wait to tell his grandfather about the movie we had watched on television, "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea." The scenes with the submarine and the giant octopus had kept him wide-eyed. In the middle of the telling, my husband interrupted Mark, "What caused the submarine to sink?" With a look of incredulity Mark replied, "Grandpa, it was the 20,000 leaks!!"

When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy whispered "It’s too late grandpa, the mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights."

When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, "I’m not sure." "Look in your underwear, Grandma," he advised. "Mine says I’m four to six."

A second grader came home from school and said to her grandmother, "Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make babies today." The grandmother more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool even though she was worried what the child may have been told. "That’s interesting," she said, "How do you make babies?" "It’s simple," replied the girl. "You just change ‘y’ to ‘i’ and add ‘es’."

A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog’s duties. "They use him to keep crowds back," said one youngster. "No, said another, "he’s just for good luck." A third child brought the argument to a close. "They use the dogs", she said firmly, "to find the fire hydrant."

I walked up the hill from the bus. I watched my black converse kick a rock as I countinued up. My back pack was pretty much empty, since it was thelast day of school. The plan today was to go home, eat, get my swim suit and go to my friend jennys house for a party. When I got closer to the top of the hill I relized there was an ambulence and a police car in the drive way.

I threw my bag down and ran into the house. A fat cop stopped me by grabbing me and pushing me back. I looked up and noticed there were two other cops talking to my dad and my older brother Ryan.

"Who are you?" The cop asked.

It took me a second to find my voice. "R-rebecca Woods." I studered. "I l-live here."

The cop softened his gaze. "I’m sorry Miss. Go ahead." he said steppingg aside to let me pass.

I ran to my dad and brother. Ryan hugged me and sobbed into my hair. My dad wiped away tears and put a hand on my back. I pulled away and stared up at Ryan then my dad.

"What’s going on?" I asked.

My dad turned away and started shakeing. He put his head against the wall and sobbed. I looked at Ryan in confusion. He looked into my eyes and put a hand on my sholder.

"Becca, it’s mom." Ryan whispred.

"What about mom?" I asked him. I was afraid of what he would say. "Ryan. What happened?" I raised my voice.

"Mom is dead Becca! She died! She isn’t here! She shot herself." He yelled. He burst into tears and hugged me. "She shot herself." He whispred.

I stood there in shock. My mother shot herself? Why on earth would she do something like that? I pulled away and watched the ambulance take a body bag out. I slid the floor and put my head in my hands. I sat down and cried. A diffrent cop walked over to me.

"Were you her daughter?" He asked me. I noded unable to speak. "Can you come with me?"

I stood up and followed him. He walked to my dining room and sat down. I sat across from him and countinued to cry. He handed me a tissue and Iblew my nose.

"I’m guessing you know. Do you know hoe she died?" He asked.

"My brother told me that she killed herself." I whispred. I looked up at him. "I-is it true?"

He put a hand on my sholder and nodded. "I’m sorry." When I didn’t respondhe pulled away and countinued. "Have you ever seen her cut herself, or maybe try to kill herself?" He asked.

I stood up and the chair fell from under me. I glared at him and tears stung my eyes. "My mother was completly normal. She never hurt herself. She was always happy. She never took pills. She was never depressed. She was normal. One hundred percent completly normal. My family was perfect, no body has ever done anything wrong. Get any ideas you have out of your head. She. was. normal." I yelled.

He looked taken back. I pushed past my dad my brother and the other cops to the stairs. I started stomping up the stairs. Ryan called my name but I kept walking. I ran into my room and fell into my bed. I cried myself to sleep.

———-

When I woke up the next morning my dad was sitting on my bed. He looked at me and sighed. Ryan walked in and crawled into the bed next to me.

"What are we going to do?" I asked in a whisper. My voice was dry.

"I don’t know." My dad whispred back.

My mom was the main sorce of money in our house. My dad had a job at wal mart, and my mom was a part time nurse. We would’nt be able to afford the house unless we did something.

"Will we keep the house?" Ryan asked.

"I don’t think we can." My dad said. "I’m going to need to get more jobs or something."

"Dad. I want mom." I whispred.

We all wouldv’e cried but we couldn’t. We used up our tears yesterday.

"We all do." My dad said hugging Ryan and I.

I took a shakey breath and closed my eyes. Fromthere on in, I knew I would have a hard life.
I am offended that it is stephanie Meyer crap, because I didn’t write this. My friend in the U.K wrote it, and she hasn’t even read Twilight, and what the fuck is so Twilight about it?? Its about an emo kid who is stuck between killing herself, and staying with her boyfriend. Eventually she is fine, and happy. what is Twilight I dont get it

I need to write a poem to win this mini greenhouse and would appreciate any advice. Its basically a "begging" poem lol.
I kinda started with a limerick and then it all went downhill from there.

Oh the lowly state of my garden
its bare beds deserving a pardon
Seed raising would please
owners stress it would ease ……

so thats all I have and its needs to be longer argggg
Many thanks in advance!!!! xx
Thank you Reenie!
libithina – its lovely, I will use a combination of the wording and hopefully give my wee garden a lift!