An Unexpected Harvest

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

Garden Blahs

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?

The berries are in. Yesterday we picked the first blueberries, and the first currant. Noah ate three of the four … More

My greatgrandmother’s primroses. They grew in the garden in Little Compton, Rhode Island, where she lived with my grandparents for … More

The front porch, overhung with roses. Or at least screened by roses – the over hanging part may take another … More