May 17
Blogathon 17
I don’t call it weeding anymore. I call it grassing.
Honey, I’ll be in the garden grassing, I yell to husband.
Say what he hollers. (Why do husbands not hear very well?)
Grassing. I repeat and head out to spread my fingers deep into the soil in order to pull grass roots out of my garden.
I have many dirt patches in the lawn, no grass grows there.
Continue reading What’s with all the grass in my garden?
I’m trying to change my ways when it comes to vegetables. As a child I was partial to only a few: artichokes, lettuce or carrots (raw). Three peas was my limit. Not much greenery went down this gullet. Part of the problem was the age in which I grew up. We were weaned on lousy processed foods. Mostly we ate canned foods, or in summer, we
Continue reading A case for veggies
Mission accomplished. Gardeners, eco-ists and greenies of all ages and sizes prevailed upon the White House (or at least La Michelle) to plant a victory garden. Madame de la Presidente has already prepped the soil and laid the rows. She knows, as we know she knows, that Americans have long been wanting to see that their elected leaders are as engaged as we in
Continue reading Victory gardening comes home where it belongs