The sun hadn’t even risen fully when I grabbed my coffee and stepped out to the garden. The air smelled of damp earth and fresh … Read More ›
I remember when my first snake plant arrived. A friend dropped it off on the porch one summer afternoon, tucked inside an old feed sack … Read More ›
When I first started tinkering with my own land, I didn’t picture myself obsessing over blue flowers. But seasons roll by and you notice how … Read More ›
I still remember the first winter after planting my peony patch. The frost rolled in earlier than I expected, and there I was with a … Read More ›
There’s something about a patch of alstroemeria in bloom that feels like a little carnival in the garden. The first time I grew them, I … Read More ›
I’ll never forget the first time I tasted a blueberry straight off my own bush. It wasn’t just sweet; it was sun-warmed, bursting with juice, … Read More ›
When I first started out with vegetables, I treated fertilizing like sprinkling salt on fries. A little here, a little there, and hope for the … Read More ›
I still chuckle when I think about my first spring planting of lettuce here on the farm. I’d been feeling ambitious, thinking, “Hey, lettuce is … Read More ›
There’s something striking about Japanese black pines. Their dark bark looks like charcoal on a winter’s day, and their needles fan out like green fireworks … Read More ›
When you spend your mornings checking on cornfields and your evenings tending to houseplants, you start to notice the same patterns everywhere. Healthy plants stand … Read More ›