Ten degrees below freezing is, pshaw, nothing to a dock. It uses its red leaves to make heat from the sun that the rest of us don’t get to feel. Curly dock, […]
Ten degrees below freezing is, pshaw, nothing to a dock. It uses its red leaves to make heat from the sun that the rest of us don’t get to feel. Curly dock, […]
Three months ago, I was digging a deep hole for the greenhouse foundation. Now look at it! We’re getting there, eh! Garden boxes built, garden terrace built, greenhouse ramp and floor built, […]
Three weeks of work lead to a rush to get the garden built before the snow, eh. Here I am yesterday afternoon. The old garden beds are in the bags, waiting to […]
It would be easier to plant grass. The last garden boxes lasted seven years. Time for a refit!
I sent my friend Paul some red orach … Planted by gold finches in August, harvested by them in May … seed to plant at Pleasant Camp on the Haines Highway, a […]
Yesterday, the greenhouse went up. Four sets of hands made light work. Looking great, don’t you think? Fots om well with the local wildlife, too. And perfect in the yard, too. Happy […]
The tiger lily is native to china. In China, the roots are eaten like potatoes. The Columbia lily is native to Cascadia. Source. So, that makes an interesting confluence of cultures possible. […]
There’s music, mathematics, and this: Three things that are one, yet are culturally separate. It is left for poets, I suppose, to bring them together in temporary assemblages, but that seems to […]
A garden can sow itself. Wasps will love you, and eat all kinds of pests in the process, and the birds, oh, my. The gold finches adore lettuce-gone-to-seed. And orach, too. Well, […]
Canada is a place that buys bamboo sticks and rods and posts and stakes from China so we can hold up our tomato plants and gladioli and other fine and lovely things […]