Blooming Fall

Proof that dahlias do, indeed, grow from seed. They are not the colors I would have chosen, and they are … More

Two Good Hours

These days, what with the job and the kid and all, I count my garden time in precious hours, not … More

I am proved a solid shipwright. Two small boys rode out a 5.9 magnitude earthquake in the crow’s nest of … More

Vacation. One would think there would be much gardening. But no. Instead, at the insistence of one small boy I … More

I got home from Nigeria on Saturday evening, and almost immediately (after hugging my boys and being licked by the … More

There are times I just don’t care about the damned garden. There, I’ve said it. It sits out there, all … More

I was away for a week, and my garden behaved like a teenager with an empty house, throwing a party … More

My first experiment with onions. I think I’ll do it again – easy, inexpensive, and somehow very satisfying. There must … More

It is hot. Too hot for June. Despite the heat, spent a couple of hours eating, drinking, harvesting, and washing … More

Maybe a wee bit tart?