It wouldn’t be April….

On April 24th, Katherine and I saw our first butterfly of the season. I forgot to blog it, as other things leapt into my path and track-sided me, but I’m writing it now. Coincidentally, we saw our first butterfly last year on April 24th as well; the same sort on the same heather plant. I…

April, come she will

I have just either jinxed us for the next two months or provided a catalyst for spring’s arrival, as this morning I ordered the seeds for our veggie garden from Vesey’s. Which way my luck swings should be evident in the coming weeks. Last year’s food garden worked out pretty well on a limited scale,…

Last of the harvest

With the threat of a possible hurricane, not to mention a dearth of free time, looming, I decided to pick the last of the veggies from the garden. I thought there might be a tomato or two, but wasn’t quite prepared to find this quantity: In fact, I can’t even claim credit for most of…

Thriving on neglect

I’m compiling a personal database of what can grow in my garden without my help. Thus far, snow-peas seem to rule. I planted some in the spring and forgot about them. Mid-summer, we were eating them by the litre. Planted another batch mid-summer and I’ve been able to pick them for suppers and lunches for…

Back on my feet again

In recent years, I’ve developed seasonal allergies. When I was around twenty, I got a horrendous rash after kneeling in what looked to me to be ordinary, countryside turf. In subsequent years, my feet and lower legs have been made to suffer during late July and early August because of some unknown substance.At first I…