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
The best work I have done all year was performed at twilight, as I gathered the year’s last fresh sprigs of mint from where a lawn once grew – 5 pounds of leaves stuffed into a tote bag from a Whole Foods store that sells
A full week into October here in mid-Maine, and still I’m harvesting a bounty from good earth. A few peppers that are supposed to be hot came out sweet in the chill, but hundred of sweet peapods are a special delight, since these cost me
Trying to make ends meet in this economy feels like my experience trying to fit in a little last bit of gardening this October 21st afternoon, pulling up thick patches of turf to replace them with edible ornamentals while a cold rain becomes progressively heavier,
The harvested bulbs they had created were tiny – only a little bit bigger than the original sets themselves.
In gardening as much as in other aspects of life, humble expectations are more likely to be met than grand predictions of profit. There’s a good reason that, a few generations ago, huge numbers of people stopped working the land. It’s hard work, and quite often, crops fail.