Growing up, gardens were put in tilled black soil, planted in orderly rows with zinnias, marigolds, and tiger lilies planted nearby. That was about the extent of my exposure to seasonal growing. Don’t get me wrong – many of the gardens in my family were massive and produced a ton of food, but they were…
Last night we had yet another windy rain storm so wild, I reached for my husband’s hand across the bed. I literally thought the window was going to blow open. Funny how that seems, when in the refreshing morning, I peeked out the window to my kitchen garden only to see my teeny tiny seedling…
Looking back on this winter, I’m not sure I’d say it was too long. By the end of last fall I welcomed the fire returning to the wood stove, the cozy meals that came together from the garden harvests and freshly stocked larder, and the start of many dark nights spent lingering with a book….