I get too ambitious sometimes. This was my first spring garden to start on time, so with a small space and lack of old-timers
I’m enjoying these faded colors. (365 Day 310) late peppers
She “goes to bed wi’ th’ sun, And with him rises weeping.’ – Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale It does seem to be craning to look at the sun for guidance…
This is one of those things that people either grow well by accident or with some ancient chinese hoodoo: I never see these in anyone my age’s home. I never…
Don’t you love that point when a color changes? It could be from winter brown to spring green, from green to blooming, or from the stem to the end of…
They never complain about having broccoli when it bolts and the florets become… florets! They look kind of neat in a big vase in the center of the table.
