Gardening

[thewalloonsss]

I recommend that every white activist take up gardening as a means of food production for the family.

Andrei Kievsky has wrote many good articles on this subject and it is a good idea for people to read over them. Gardening is an excellent form of passive resistance to the Jewish Government that we live under and has many benefits, such as the production of healthy, organic food for the family, reestablishment of our Aryan roots with Nature, and a great family project to strengthen family bonds.

If anybody has seriously thought of self sufficiency in food production a good book to read is Gene Logsdon's- The Contrary Farmer. Also, another book that is of interest is Elliot Coleman's- Four Season Harvest.

Why don't we set aside some time this winter to plan a garden with the family. The garden can be any size to start. Start with the basics, like tomatoes, cucumbers, and lettuce. Just make a project out of it and get the whole family involved.

Any suggestions???? Andrei?

[Alex Linder]

I agree. Gardening is quite easy and calming. Combined with hunting, it lets you keep out of jew-owned grocery stores. Three things I grew in 2003, which you can grow too, and how to do it:

1) potatoes. Cut wedges with eyes on them. Bury them about 4-5" deep, 18" apart. throw a little fertilizer around but not on the wedges. cover. when the plant emerges, grows big enough, mound up a hill around it. make sure, as the potatoes grow, that none peek out of the mound, or they will sunburn and spoil. weed frequently. harvest when the vine dies - turns completely brown. store in cool dry place. if you cut into any while digging them up w pitchfork, eat them first, as they will rot otherwise.

2) tomatoes. grow these in flats a few weeks before last frost. when big enough, transplant the better ones into larger containers. finally, plant these in the ground. you can put a cut-off milk container over them to help and protect them their first few weeks in the ground. be sure to give these some room, as a tomato plant can occupy a good deal of space. still, it's no big deal if some overlap. a little straw around the plants can prevent weeds. eventually the plants will be big enough to prevent most weeds from growing, so weeding tomatoes is not really a concern. you can tie stakes to the plants to help them grow vertically rather than sprawl. you can tie a bag to a stick to scare away birds from using the young plants for their nests. i prefer the small tomatoes, grape or cherry, as these mature daily in season, whereas the big red ones take longer and produce fewer.

3) "cantaloupes" or musk melons. plant these in rows a couple feet apart. plant seeds 1-2" deep in shallow trough. when they come up, they will flourish depending on the amount of water. they will take up great amount of room, so it is no problem to weed out a lot of the plants. rabbits like to eat the yellow flowers, so it's good if there are a few extra. be careful of stepping on the ends of the vines, or you'll damage the plant. harvest melons when they "half-slip" -- half-detach from the vine, and give off sweet smell. don't wait too long, or the ants will eat into the fruit. i harvested about 15 in 2003, but had over 100 die on the vine. i watered them, but about six straight weeks of no rain baked them. not sure whether that could be avoided, but if you have enough rain, your melons should do fine.

[Alex Linder]

I grew green peppers, red peppers, banana peppers, tomatoes, green onions, and lettuce. These yielded so many, I couldn't even give themn away! I had a lot of unsuccessful plants this summer...cauliflower, cucumbers, carrots... they never took off like I wanted them to though. This year was my first try and I suppose I don't really have a green thumb, but I'm trying! Better luck next year :)

I'd say you did quite well. I've only gardened for two years, very interesting to see how different actions affect the outcome. I never realized to what extent greenery is simply a function of water. Carrots and radishes are pretty easy to grow, may try them next year. But I only like to grow stuff I'll eat, so I avoid lettuce and such. Would be cool to grow cauliflower, that is good raw. But I think it's a bit more involved than some.

[Draco]

For sheer volume of food with a comparatively short growing season(I live in New York USDA hardiness zone 6b) try tomatoes, zucchini, pumpkin, apples, cucumbers, "rougher" lettuces, and peas. Corn is not worthwhile unless you have a large area of land. It's not edible, but we grow alot of roses, good gifts for the fairer sex. I use composted soil mixed in with fish "parts" left over from filleting, supplies ALOT of nitrogen. I don't use pesticides, the ladybugs and mantises seem to keep the bugs under control. I prefer organic food anyway.

[thewalloonsss]

If you want to grow better carrots-

Start adding compost to loosen the soil. Also, plant "thumb sized" carrots. They are small and make a good additions to slads. They should do well in compacted soil.

[Toni]

It's not edible, but we grow alot of roses, good gifts for the fairer sex.

While reading up on Alzheimer's- there seems to be a correlation of rose growers and Alzheimer's, from what I remember bone meal (which is a staple of most rose gardeners) may contribute to this disease.

I have not tried to grow roses as of yet but did well with Gladiolus and Black-eyed Susans.

My Zucchini plants did awesome last summer, however, I wouldn't try corn again, they take up too much space and water.

[panzer8]

Home gardening is probably the best way for most people to help
resist ZOG controll and you can save alot of money and do some-
thing for your health at the same time. We have a group of people
that we share produce with, just a group of friends. Each person
is given a certain food to grow according to the amount of land they
have available for gardening. Some crops, such as pole beans, can
produce quite a large crop in a small space and some of our people
do quite well with just a ten by ten plot. People that do not have
land availble can do well by growing some things in 5 gallon buckets
Things like tomatos and peppers do well and make a good
contribution to the group and gives these people a way to contribute.

I would like to hear about some of ya'lls gardening methods.
Oh and by the way I made alot of copys of the canning book you
put up the link to and gave them out to some to the new people
that have joined in our group. Thanks it saved them money that
they can now use on gardening.

Aryan Regards

[panzer8]

A good book that can be downloaded.

http://onlinebooks.library.upenn.edu/webbin/gutbook/lookup?num=7123

[Paki Baiter]

A good book that can be downloaded.

http://onlinebooks.library.upenn.edu/webbin/gutbook/lookup?num=7123

What kind of gardner could you be with that name & avatar? If you live up to those, you must be gardning somewhat like my 2 year old son

[panzer8]

What kind of gardner could you be with that name & avatar? If you live up to those, you must be gardning somewhat like my 2 year old son

This is suppose to be an informational thread not a flame thread.
By the way I think the first word in your name (Paki Baiter) should
be changed to "Master".

Cheers

[Paki Baiter]

This is suppose to be an informational thread not a flame thread.

Cheers

PB:
I don't have any doubts that you're a competent gardner. It's only that your avatar and title don't fit. Imagine working in a china shop and giving advice on fragile gööds at the same time calling yourself "Bull" including the accompaning avatar. I like the name and avatar, but find it amusing for the thread.
What kind of nationalist gardning do you advise in your informational thread anyway?


Quote Tank Gardner:
By the way I think the first word in your name (Paki Baiter) should
be changed to "Master".

PB:
Oy that smarts! May I please have another one sir?

[panzer8]

Well PB I don't have any problems with you and don't mind starting over.
I don't know about England but some of the toughest men I know are farmers.
I don't grow flowers for show. My garden is for food plain and simple.

Cheers

[Paki Baiter]

Well PB I don't have any problems with you and don't mind starting over.
I don't know about England but some of the toughest men I know are farmers.
I don't grow flowers for show. My garden is for food plain and simple.

Cheers
Is it well known that General Foods and other conglomerates are putting American farmers out of business in order to buy their farms dirt cheap thru auctions?

[Paki Baiter]

Well PB I don't have any problems with you and don't mind starting over.
I don't know about England but some of the toughest men I know are farmers.
I don't grow flowers for show. My garden is for food plain and simple.

Cheers

I don't know any English farmers, since I don't live there. The only thing I know about them is from news reels about BSE

[Paki Baiter]

I don't know any English farmers, since I don't live there. The only thing I know about them is from news reels about BSE

Forgot to sign. 1 of these days I'll figure out how to programm this in:
Distribute to all pit bull owning Brits:
http://www.wspa.org.uk/index.php?page=40

[Antiochus Epiphanes]

Well PB I don't have any problems with you and don't mind starting over.
I don't know about England but some of the toughest men I know are farmers.
I don't grow flowers for show. My garden is for food plain and simple.

Cheers

Hey I'm going to post an essay by one of my buddies about gardening if I can dig it out of the memory hole. I think y'all will like it. Give me a couple hours, I've got some affairs to attend to.

Remember this line by Voltaire, the ultimate sentence of Candide: "Il faut cultiver notre jardin."

[Ernst Rohm8869]

PB:
I don't have any doubts that you're a competent gardner. It's only that your avatar and title don't fit. Imagine working in a china shop and giving advice on fragile gööds at the same time calling yourself "Bull" including the accompaning avatar. I like the name and avatar, but find it amusing for the thread.
What kind of nationalist gardning do you advise in your informational thread anyway?


Quote Tank Gardner:
By the way I think the first word in your name (Paki Baiter) should
be changed to "Master".

PB:
Oy that smarts! May I please have another one sir?

Ja, ve must grow our own food and stop giving our money to those stinking Kike grocers. Ve must train young blonde men to work long hours in the fields shirtless while sowing their oats.

Seig Heil!

[Antiochus Epiphanes]

Here it is as promised. I'm not going to state the author as he has publically retired. I had to dig deep in the memory hole to find this. Hope you all enjoy.
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Last year was not a good year for the garden. The rains that fell in the early spring had tapered off to a dribble by June, stopped altogether for the remainder of the summer and did not come again until late autumn. the only thing that did well were the hot peppers and the raspberries, while the tomatoes came up spotty and shriveled then rotted on the vine. The potatoes, beans and squash barely produced at all.

Our garden, which normal feeds us well into the winter, was barely able to provide enough to add to our meals in the middle of August. Eventually I gave up on it, allowing it to fall into ruin and lay fallow until the following year.

On Saturday morning I drove into Lambertville to pick up a few of the men from the nursing home, older men who attend church with us and who have become like uncles to our son, and close friend of our extended family. The oldest, George, will be eighty this year and though he walks slowly with a cane, stooped by age, he asked to work in the garden and I was glad for the help. The other men, William, Edward and Bill wanted to come out as well, as much for the chance to rest in the sun and watch the dogs as for the lunch my wife would prepare. They climbed into the truck smiling and ready to work the garden back to life. The conversation during the drive was peppered with observations of the valley and the distant treeline, the streams and the fields, awake and glowing with new life.

There is something about turning soil over with a spade, raking out the rocks and the roots and getting down on you hands and knees to place the seeds into the freshly churned earth that brings contentment to the soul. It is not a mindless task, but it is not something one needs to reason out or dwell upon, either. It is an act so natural, so instinctual that you can feel, deep inside of you the pull of a thousand generations who must have done the same thing, rooting in the earth with the smell of loam rising from the ground. It is the contradiction of something sterile and ancient and at the same time fertile and new that draws man back into the past even as he prepares for the future. On occasion while breaking the clods apart, a stone implement made by those who lived in this very place thousands of years ago, will surface in the garden. I place them on the rock wall to be washed by the rain and show them to the kids in the neighborhood who often come around to ask questions about this or that. I remind them that we aren’t the first and certainly won’t be the last to live in this place and that while we are here we should remember how important our time on earth is. They shake their heads, but having been a kid myself, I know that it sounds strange to them to think that we will not live forever and they go about their business of being children.

(continued...)

[Antiochus Epiphanes]

....Years ago, long before I understood my purpose for being on this earth, I made a catastrophic mistake. It has come back to haunt me more times than I care to admit, even as I move into the back forty of life. I was seeing a young woman whom I cared for, but not enough to marry. She seemed to care a great deal about me and while I treated the entire episode as nothing more than a fling, her feelings for me depended.

One evening I received a visit from her and she told me in dulcet tones, that she was pregnant with my child. There is no point in going through the details of what came next. It has happened million of times in this country over the course of the last quarter of century and will, no doubt, happen millions of times more for reasons as selfish and as groundless as the one I used to justify that reprehensible act.

No matter what I may do with my life, the death of that unborn child will rest on my conscience forever and I suspect that I will be held accountable when I depart this world even as I have escaped judgment in this one.

The men, bent and slow, flipped the dirt and helped to spread the compost from one end of the garden to the other. We worked the soil as flocks of birds flew by, listening to the sound of their wings beating the air as they passed over head. Edward, the youngest of the men, rested in the shade of the blooming dogwood, the dogs lying on either side of the chair, his eyes shut and a smile on his lips. My son and the girl next door ran around the house, earnestly practicing for the Easter egg hunt on Sunday. At one point I leaned on the shovel and surveyed the field behind the house and the way it ran up to the flank of Mt. Rose, already soft with color of new leaves. In the reddish ground earthworms spun, suddenly exposed to the light and began to dig with purpose, into the earth again.

When my wife and I were first married we lived on a family farm on the southern slope of Pheasant Hill. Vegetables flourished in the fields below and as she grew heavy with our child, we ate the food that the earth produced just outside our window. Behind the farmhouse, not a hundred yards away from where we lived lay a cemetery where generation of my family lie buried returned to the earth from which they sprang. Even as our unborn child moves inside my wife, I know that I too, am moving farther away form them, closing instead upon those of my family who lie sleeping upon that hill.

It is the way the world works and I am glad I am in it.

There is no coincidence that Easter is celebrated in the springtime as the worked come to life, no difference between the slaughter of the lams of Passover, or the sacrifice of the Lame of Go, nailed to a cross at Golgotha. The myth of Wotan, fixed to the Yggdrasil tree and the story of Christ are the same story, separated by nothing more than a dogmatic belief in the faith of one’ birth, connected inextricably with the Trust of our existence as Man on Earth.

It is, in fact, our own story.

We live our lives tied to the soil, passing our blood to the future even as we slip inexorably into the past, which itself recedes even as it remains.

There is a Creator or there would be no creation. Life does not spring from the void without something pushing it from beneath the surface, the hand of God coaxing from the soil new life. I understand the story of Easter without the sermon to go along with it. I watch that story everyday as life grows within my wife. And in the garden, freshly planted by old men, it is just now beginning to stir, brought to life by the unseen hand, to nourish it even as it prepares to die yet again.

We have only certain freedoms in our life – to do what is moral and just or to abdicate our responsibility and do what is unnatural, but never more than that. Every choice we make, every freedom we exercise falls into one of those distinct and forever irreconcilable camps. Our destiny is linked to those things that we cannot escape, to out blood that reaches back into the dim past and extends ever outward into the distant future. We are also tied to the soil from which we arise and so, inevitably, return, made as we are from the same material that we will inescapably become. In the interim there is only our duty to do what we must; to preserve those things entrusted to us while we live upon this earth. To spend our lives immersed in the natural world, observing creation so that we can spare ourselves the mistakes that men make, again and again, by trying in vain to improve on what is perfect, what will always be.

Tonight, God willing, I will make a salad of dandelion leaves, parsley and beet greens, grown in the soil of my valley. Later as the stars emerge from the dimming sky, my wife and I will read and sing to our son, say our prayers and rest together, holding hands and waiting for the kick of our unborn child. We will be alone with each other, but at the same time we will be in the company of all the ones who went before, and all of those who are yet to follow. And outside, in the cool evening, the plants will emerge from the nourishing soil, awaiting the morning sun.

(END)

[diabloblanco92]

For sheer volume of food with a comparatively short growing season(I live in New York USDA hardiness zone 6b) try tomatoes, zucchini, pumpkin, apples, cucumbers, "rougher" lettuces, and peas. Corn is not worthwhile unless you have a large area of land. It's not edible, but we grow alot of roses, good gifts for the fairer sex. I use composted soil mixed in with fish "parts" left over from filleting, supplies ALOT of nitrogen. I don't use pesticides, the ladybugs and mantises seem to keep the bugs under control. I prefer organic food anyway.

You also need very well drained land and full sun for corn. If you are in the NY area, tomatoes grow very well here and will produce far more than you can eat with just a few plants. String beans do real well as do green peppers and zuchini.
You can plant green beans in sucession about 2 weeks apart and thus have a fresh supply of them for the entire growing season. Winter Squash is a real good crop too, that can climb on fences etc, and you can make delicious pies out of it which are the same in taste and texture as pumpkin pies. Further you can get away with partian shade, as it does not require full sun as pumpkins do

diablo