Sometimes I have a hard time being flexible. I've been like that for as long as I can remember... If we had something on the calendar growing up, it was gonna happen. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. And if it didn't? Well, I pretty much had a meltdown. I've grown out of the meltdown part (although my husband might try to argue that point...), but dang it-- if I put something on the calendar, you can bet I'll go to the ends of the ...Continue Reading
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Growing Potatoes: The Definitive Guide
I've never met a potato I didn't like. I'd eat them for every meal if I could, and I usually have to force myself to think of alternative side dishes, because in my world, potatoes go with everything. (This may have to do with the fact I grew up in Idaho? I can't help myself.) Therefore, it's only logical they'd be one of my most-favorite things to grow in the garden. I get all-sorts of giddy when I'm pulling pounds and pounds of ...Continue Reading
I Think I Poisoned My Garden
I sure didn't want to be writing this post... But part of being a blogger is allowing you, my wonderful readers, a glimpse into my life-- and that includes both the good and the bad. I've alluded several times in my newsletter, and here on the blog, that I've had a rather bizarre, and quite unproductive gardening year. At first I just thought it was coincidence and that I simply lost the gamble this year... (Because we ...Continue Reading
7 Simple Ways to Improve Garden Soil
Barren... That was the first word that crossed my mind when I set out to work on my new kitchen garden this year. It's right under my laundry room window, and is the perfect spot, considering it gets plenty of southern sunlight and is right next to our new porch. However, the soil leaves a little lot to be desired. In fact, I think it probably deserves to just be called 'dirt', not soil. Most of the topsoil there was ...Continue Reading
Dandelion Salve for Muscles & Joints
It's that time of year... ...when shriveled dandelion bits litter my kitchen, and desk, and float in random cups half-full with water. Every single time my 3 year old brings me a fistful of fuzzy yellow flowers, I can hardly bear to throw them away, even after they have wilted beyond recognition. Picking dandelion blossoms is a childhood rite of passage. I used to consider the predictable yellow flowers popping up each spring to ...Continue Reading