Vineyard Gardener
Brrr! I write this column on Monday morning. I’m looking at four degrees. If memory serves me, and it rarely does, I don’t believe we were in the...
I am happy in the winter. I love the slowed pace, don’t mind the snow, and appreciate the time indoors to regroup. However, the icy working...
I have rats. Thankfully they are not in the house but are running wild in the vegetable garden. They have eaten the tops of my beets, hollowed out...
My life is a series of fixing things and moving stuff. I feel as if I could do a George Carlin stand-up routine.
Last Sunday’s snowstorm caught me off-guard. It is beyond me why I ever watch the weather man.
I hate shopping. It is the endless wandering about stores trying to make sensible decisions. It’s why one year I gave hard, cold cash for Christmas.
I’ve always loved carrots. Some years are better than others concerning the growing of them. I am loathe to thin anything.
Here it is heading into actual winter and I have yet to get my bulbs into dirt. I do have to give myself a bit of credit, however, since I was much...
I spent some time last week thinking about things in my life for which I am grateful. Certainly there is health, family, shelter, food and friends.
It’s finally happened — the reality of approaching winter. Three nights in a row last week dipped below freezing.
I am the queen of justification. My latest is that I am leaving the cutting back of the perennial beds until the dead of winter.
I am happy to be back on the Vineyard. Thank you all for your kind words regarding the loss of my father.