Sometimes, life gives you a pause, and sometimes you have to take one. We are in the moment of held breath before the dive into the pool. Soon, when the rains stop, we will be pouring concrete, and coordinating the schedules of a long line of contractors. And while we are working methodically to put … Continue reading Deep Breath
THE TIME HAS COME. I’ve been waiting for it since the day my husband and I shut the very last door on our old lives and walked starry-eyed into an extremely uncertain (and occasionally smelly) future. We’ve been living in the mauve-colored house that stands on our property now, and when I say stands, I … Continue reading Hope and Cottonwoods
In my previous garden, I planted herbs and vegetables in neat rows in raised beds in the backyard, and I planted flowers in the front and along the sides of the house: day lilies, daffodils, hydrangeas, lilacs, and a rogue patch of mint. I don’t know why I did this, except that it seems like … Continue reading Ode to the Not-so-Ornamental
When I say this farm is an adventure, what I mean is: despite the predictable circuit of the seasons, you never really can predict what’s going to happen next. For instance, our family was just adopted by a cat. Believe me when I say we did NOT see this one coming. He was one of … Continue reading Surprise!
I’ve been asked why in the world I’m taking on this huge garden right now. I’m in the middle of building a house, after all. And when I say that, I mean that I’m drawing the plans with a pencil, arranging all the sub-contractors and financing, and digging out my safety goggles for all the … Continue reading Why now?
Much of gardening feels experimental. Especially annual vegetables. Who knows whether this will be the year we get adequate rain and sun to have a bumper crop of tomatoes? Or maybe this year the squash bugs will strike again, and all that lovely winter squash will be just another wistful dream. And then there are … Continue reading The Long Game
“Hail, the King of the Jews!” they said. There is something about those words, hurled with same precision as the reeds and the spit, that cuts deep. They gave Him a robe and a vile crown to drive the derision deeper. You might say this was the violence and spite common to all oppressors when they … Continue reading Crown of Thorns