garden

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

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

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

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

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

nuggets: bits of the season in photos and words about the last week So these nuggets are perhaps *more* than the last week. But, they are Summer. And, in Summer,

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

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