Two Good Hours

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

Solid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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…