It’s finally time to get summer crops going in the garden, and the prep work got me feeling philosophical.
Cabbage has long been the Rodney Dangerfield of the garden.
The three sisters have long been important to people living on this continent.
The internet can help with any project. Use it.
As the year ends, it’s time to pay respects to the forgotten projects.
Like the insect in Aesop’s Fables that stored away food while the grasshopper spent the summer singing, I’ve been busy.
The local wildlife planted tomatoes for me and seem to have greener thumbs than I do.
Recent visitors in my backyard garden turned out not to be the bees I thought they’d be.
This week, I’ve gone gaga for garlic.
There’s something so satisfying about getting your plants into the ground.
The weather’s only just warming up, but most of us amateur gardeners have been working while the ground was still frosty, planning and planting the seeds that we hope will become this summer’s produce.
I’m a man who knits, and I’m not afraid to admit it.
Growing up, the cornbread pan was revered as something almost sacred in our household.