If you’ve ever bitten into a sun-warmed tomato straight from the vine, you know there’s nothing like it. Store-bought tomatoes just don’t compare. Out here … Read More ›
The first time I noticed my peace lily drooping. It was early morning and I’d just come back from feeding the chickens. There it sat … Read More ›
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 ›