A harvest feeling
I love looking at the pile of garlic bulbs. All cleaned up and ready to hang in the pantry. There are more in the shed but they’ll wait until we get back from Portland....
I love looking at the pile of garlic bulbs. All cleaned up and ready to hang in the pantry. There are more in the shed but they’ll wait until we get back from Portland....
Beautiful morning after a rainy night. Chilly outside early. Everything was sparkling with raindrops. Today picking raspberries in the fruit yard, I was thinking about what I see there. Sam usually picks raspberries, but...
I’m going to a family party later today. I decided to bring fava bean pesto. This is a major process with many steps. I made a photo essay. Note: about the shift. For the...
I’ve been neglecting the garden. All the rain – I convince myself I don’t need to water, and thus don’t need to do anything. But – the weeds! And the climbing things like cucumbers...
I know a lot of my neighbors. Not all of them, but many more than I knew where I lived in Connecticut. Some of them are “summer people” – don’t live here year round....
I stopped in the fruit yard. Not to do any thing in particular, just to say hello. Raspberries, blackberries, some struggling strawberries and lots of grapes. And potatoes because there’s room for them there....