Transplanting | It’s A Metaphor
If my mom was a flower, she would be a zinnia. I don’t know what flower I’d be, but whatever it is, it’s something that transplants well.
Gardening
Helping the Earth Laugh
January of last year I had no idea what a whirlwind of a year we were in for. I hadn’t written a blog post in who knows how long and would not have believed you if you’d told me my readers would go from 400 views total in 2014 to 8,707 in 2015. The purpose […]Read Post ›
Slugs in my Garden, Poultry in my Dreams
Yesterday I put the garden to bed for winter. It has been a couple months since I really paid the garden much attention and we’ve had a few frosts so most of the garden was already dismally dead, but underneath a mass of flowering arugula I found a whole spread of delicate, zippy greens. I […]Read Post ›
Sunshine. Finally
After last year’s brutal winter which included a late spring, I did not have high hopes for April this year. Easter morning when I dashed over to church at 4am since the ovens weren’t going to turn themselves on, I was not surprised by the wet sleety snowflakes that covered my shoulders and bare head […]Read Post ›
The Garden, It Will Be GLORIOUS
This year I managed to curb my hereditary SAD (seed acquisition disorder) somewhat better than last year. Considering that both my parents are carriers of this multiple allele trait, this was no small feat. This disorder is directly related to seeds, so the nerd in me revels in the fact that it is a non-Mendellion […]Read Post ›
The Garden Fence
Goodness knows I love Pinterest. I find crock pot recipes and garden advice that I actually uses…and then I have about a zillion other boards of fabulous craft projects, home renovations, and kid activities that I will honestly never ever do. The weather here in Wisconsin has been slow to warm up this Spring. We […]Read Post ›
Blank Canvas
Winter is here. It has been here for a few months. Locals tell me that I am still in for a couple more months with highs in the single digits. Is it just me, or is there a glint of glee in their eyes as they promise that January is worse than December and oh, […]Read Post ›
For Want of Herbs (Part 2)
The next morning found the fam outside bright and early. Timm and Dellabug had a lovely father-daughter outing to gather stones to layer on the bottom of the pots. Meanwhile, I wandered around the perimeter of the house trying to envision where to establish the planters. I also took a moment to plant the mint […]Read Post ›
For Want of Herbs (Part 1)
So the other day I made up a grocery list, headed to the grocery store two towns over, and stewed throughout the whole drive about the ridiculous price for fresh herbs. I dedicate a significant part of my rather awesome intellect, erm, brain, to menu planning, cooking techniques, and other standard yet necessary details one […]Read Post ›
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