First thing in the morning, the garden looks as if a crazed jeweler...
For the past few years, our basil has been a bust. Perhaps the very dry summer we had last season was not to its liking...
This is a different kind of post. I can’t bring myself to write about the garden today. Instead, I’m writing about my middle name.
It’s mid-August, and despite visits from both daughters, each of whom left with a huge bag of veggies (their very own Waccabuc CSA), we’re still overwhelmed.
