This last weekend was THE weekend we were to wrestle our kale into jars. We've been tackling the more fragile, tempermental foods leaving the kale in the cold, wet garden where it stood green, tall …
Last night, our neighbor did a backbend and attempted to kick over. She asked for help, Margot jumped in - silently, like a back walkover ninja - and was kicked right in the face. Knocked …
You guys. I just can't get the Virgin Harvest piece together for this northern hemisphere growing season. I appreciate your interest and encouragement. I want to do it and I will. I just...can't right now. …
I love it so much when my man gets excited to do home improvements. It's like a spell that sneaks into our home, subtle at first. Andy will begin staring at corners and ceilings, doing …
I managed a little tomato farm years ago. I planted thousands of seeds and saw those babies through to harvest. I spent days under the still sun picking bugs from leaves, smooshing neon orange eggs, …
Meet Rosetta, Sparkle, Cayenne and Tiffany. Our very own gaggle of adolescent birds with stripper names. Margot named Rosetta, Ruby named Sparkle, Andy named Tiffany and I named Cayenne. They are four weeks old now. We've lost six …
Snow clings to the north-facing slopes, rivers rise. The sky cradles the sun longer; dinner time inches toward bedtime inches toward double digits. Birds happy, vocal and thick as popping corn smothered in oil, at …
There's a reason I have not posted in a week. I've been completely dorking out on growing food. Organizing my seeds, planning my plot; standing in my yard, staring at the weedy brown mess and …
There are a few activities in my life I love so much, things I need for my whole self to feel good: gardening, cooking, running and creating. There have been concentrated, more productive periods in …
nuggets: bits of the season in photos and words about the last weekSo these nuggets are perhaps *more* than the last week. But, they are Summer. And, in Summer, time is different. Summerish. Summery. To …
Clouds tumbled across the sky so quickly, a kaleidoscope of color ebbed over the land. I was deep charcoal and shadowless and then brightly lit and squinting and then wet with fat rain drops, all …
We had a big, sunny weekend outside (after many weekends outside) that culminated in Andy exhaling as he fell into the grass, "Holy shit the fence is done." Our fence was a big project that began …
