Nobody tells you about this part
“How do we define love? Is it fated or created?” –Lisa Tobin I’ve had my life to myself since Friday and it feels devastatingly good. I…
Inventing an irrigation strategy
I have a Medusa’s hell nest worth of past years’ irrigation equipment coiled into a nightmare in our garden shed. I’m not squeamish about bugs or…
The only things that are important in life are the things that you remember
Years ago, when I was younger and more innocent and naive and sweet and firmer and perhaps an all around better person (i.e. a child) than…
Disappearing acts
I watched Gone Girl a few weeks ago and it’s haunted me for days. I saw it with a friend whose divorce was made final two…
The stuff of “real” life
I’ve had a steady job since I was fourteen. I’ve changed sheets, waited tables for the rich, nannied hippy brats, invoiced fuel orders for jets, given…
Lemon Cucumbers! (Or: The Most Beautiful Thing I’ve Ever Grown)
Given the latest cyclospora outbreak, I’m feeling pretty grateful to be growing so much of my own food. To wag my soapbox finger, I’m of the…
All That Is
Life isn’t just the farm, but that garden is a significant portion of my days. The work is becoming dull. Sometimes I take enormous pleasure in…
How the “Missouri Gardener’s Companion” Unmoored My Inner Feminist
A couple of years ago, I devoured a copy of Barbara Kingsolver’s magical Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. It changed my life. Gone the absurd practice of buying…
