When it starts to frost, it’s time for me to cover the strawberry bed and my new garlic shoots with some airy, insulating mulch. For all the time I’ve lived here in Maine, the time of the first frosts has coincided with the fall of
The first sign of the end of summer is here in my garden. The garlic is in and braided, ready to hang up for the winter. Can you guess which braid or braids was made by my hands? A portion of this year’s cloves
Although I’ve gardened for some years, I didn’t start planting garlic until three years ago. Living in the desert, I couldn’t grow garlic without an unseemly amount of irrigation. Living in the South, so many grand oaks grew around my home that I was restricted
I don’t have to tell you that we had a long winter (although a review of global climate data will tell us that such a winter was typical a generation ago). I just want to share two of the little subtle joys coming with the
Yes, that’s a Nerf football.
My August plan to chance a second batch of snap peas has borne fruit: Even though the plants are shorter than their summertime parents, they’ve got some delicious pods. And what does a hot pepper taste like if it’s grown when the frosts are nearly