Becoming a crazy bird lady
The sun is shining on a chilly spring day. A breeze cuts through tall grasses as 15-year-old me tromps through the wetlands …
The sun is shining on a chilly spring day. A breeze cuts through tall grasses as 15-year-old me tromps through the wetlands …
Every so often (okay, frequently, who am I kidding?), I succumb to frivolity. This week, it was copper poppy sways for the …
It turns out Goliath enjoys himself a nice mouthful of dirt from time to time. Yesterday I shoveled in the last of …
Six months ago, I expected to write an exultant post about my cultivation of the gardener’s best friend: black gold, aka compost, …
Okay, if mosquitoes did suck fat, this post might be on cultivation rather than prevention, I cannot lie. I slapped our landscape …
Confession: I gave serious consideration to planting only tomatoes and basil this year. Why waste time on the other stuff when all I …