I’ve hit a turning point. Actually, several of them. I figure if you’re lucky, you get a lot of them, because they are opportunities for growth, which, if you’re talking about a garden, is a good thing.
The turning points for me were two-fold.… Read more
Like “Lasagna Gardening,” this is another book that I never got around to reading, because again, I thought I pretty much had the fundamentals down. Well, now we have the “All NEW” version, full of good advice and ideas – and I’m here to tell you it’s worth a look.… Read more
"Glenham Arbor" by Henry Peeters, illustrating the concept of clearly defined boundaries - a vision of orderly garden loveliness. I should hang it on the wall of my workspace to help me visualize garden utopias. (Click to buy at Art.com)
Questions for you: Do you have a strategy for keeping up with your garden tasks?… Read more
I cannot keep this blog without taking a moment to tell everyone how much I appreciate all your support – through the rise and fall of garlic (hopefully to rise again!) – through all the follies of this backyard “bigger-than-a-garden/smaller-than-a-farm” pursuit of living closer to the earth, working to be more self sufficient, growing enough to share, connecting enough to give, understanding enough to see what is truly important: love, laughter, friendship, doing what we can to make this world a better place.
I don’t know about you, but when I am sad, I go buy plants. At one point in my life, I did an inventory and realized I had over 100 different kinds of herbs. Ok – maybe that wasn’t all sadness – some of that was just pure compulsion.… Read more
I know, that is a long title that probably won’t do anything for me in the Google ratings. But that’s ok.
I was just thinking about how garlic (and the Internet) has helped me get back in touch with old friends and also begin friendships with others who are as passionate as I am about gardening, family farms, and sustainable living.… Read more
The blue moon shines bright and clear tonight, surrounded by a brilliant ring. A few clouds pass by, casting spooky shadows. The ground is cold and hard, and I sit inside, snug by a fire, and am experiencing waves of nostalgia.… Read more