Every year I promise I won’t go AWOL during the main growing season of the garden. Just so I will get everything done and catch up with the past year’s neglect. but every year I manage to break those unspoken, informal vows. Usually family related, but sometime through the call of far off places I…
garden musings
Autumnal Sweetness
The door is closing on this growing season. To make up for the sense of loss, somehow the season has incredible sweetness. Frost has that effect on things. On fruits, on the the ground, on our souls. It is as if to placate our mournful sense that the pleasant days of fall will give way…
Some Thoughts
I’ve been online a while writing garden articles, first in my geocities free website (which is no more- although it is on the “wayback machine”). One of the early fellow garden writers I had enjoyed was Turning Earth. Do any of you know her through her site? Today I came across a reference to those…
My Rural Garden
Or How I Got To Be Here …it all begins somewhere.I had been gardening in the city for some years. I don’t remember ever wishing to move into a country place, particularly, but my city neighborhood was deteriorating and my family size was increasing. My interest in history, and then gardening, began to branch towards…
Sundays
Sundays at my house are quiet. I don’t do any yardwork, including no power tools, etc. This is partially by conviction: I believe that people need a day of rest from their labors,but also due to the fact that I live in a conservative Mennonite, Amish-Mennonite community who do have convictions on Sunday Sabbath and…