I’m sick of my chickens. There, I said it. It’s not them, specifically, but it’s what they do. They’re monsters.
I absolutely love my birds. I’ve written about how much I adore sitting ou...
This pumpkin plant, who we have named Dean Jr., sprung up voluntarily after last Halloween’s pumpkin loitered on our grass just a little too long. The universe is having a good laugh, because this unplanned plant is the healthiest thing in my garden.
My daughter, Dylan, and I pulled these sparkler white tip radishes on Tuesday morning and we both thoroughly enjoyed checking out the variations in color from one root to another. Now that I’ve begun pulling produce from the ground, I keep thinking about how convenient it would be to have a gardening bench with a wash basin.
