The Dirtiest Cleanest Hands

The Dirtiest Cleanest Hands

Everywhere I dig—and I am digging at every chance I get these days—I am finding something buried. And that could be a metaphor for all of us in these days of stay at home orders and isolation. What’s deep inside is sustaining each of us, I’d wager. If we...
January Gardening

January Gardening

January thaw came and went last weekend. The temps rose to mid 50s and after walking the dog on our muddy road I got motivated to cut back the dried perennial stalks by the house and in the garden. When my mom got sick last fall, cutting back the garden didn’t...
Frida’s Garden

Frida’s Garden

Our outdoor life is about to begin. We raked the yard this weekend, using lots of muscle to get the matted leaves and film of road dust off of the sleeping lawn. The garden and half of our house foundation are still swallowed by blankets of snow, but the weekend was...
Finding The Lost Garden

Finding The Lost Garden

Fall is here and I’m still nursing an elbow injury that I got last April right before we moved to The Little Brick. My ideas for a summer of gardening had to be put aside. No serious digging, pruning or shovel work for me. So I took to the gardens and field with...

Salad Days

Between thunderstorms we’re celebrating the salad days of summer. The thunderstorms have been a daily occurrence. No swimming in the river to beat the heat. {But Paul’s watermelon cocktail on July Fourth was a good idea.} And salad. The row of mixed...