There are times I just don’t care about the damned garden. There, I’ve said it. It sits out there, all…
Don’t Blink
I was away for a week, and my garden behaved like a teenager with an empty house, throwing a party…
Onions
My first experiment with onions. I think I’ll do it again – easy, inexpensive, and somehow very satisfying. There must…
A Hot Harvest
It is hot. Too hot for June. Despite the heat, spent a couple of hours eating, drinking, harvesting, and washing…
Eating Currants
Maybe a wee bit tart?
Small Fruits
The berries are in. Yesterday we picked the first blueberries, and the first currant. Noah ate three of the four…
Ancestoral Gardening
My greatgrandmother’s primroses. They grew in the garden in Little Compton, Rhode Island, where she lived with my grandparents for…
Rose Bower (and other sundry notes)
The front porch, overhung with roses. Or at least screened by roses – the over hanging part may take another…