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...

Anna Pavord, Pulling Weeds

I scored Anna Pavord’s The Curious Gardener at a book sale last week. It was a brand new copy until I got my hands on it. Now it has some dirty fingerprints, and I’ve read all essays about spring and summer months. Come September I will dive back in for...

Sprouting, Anticipating

  Yesterday I discovered a paper bag with four paperwhite bulbs—forgotten and sprouting exuberantly. I tucked them in among the spent paperwhite bulbs I planted in December. All our outdoor bulbs remain under a thick blanket of snow. The Irish daffodils are...