I sold a poem!

That makes two sales, one per year. I didn’t exactly jump up and down this time, but I did let out a squeak of delight when I saw the magic words: “I’m accepting…” So look for “A Cricket in a Teahouse” in the June 2012 issue of Aoife’s Kiss . This came along at just […]

Getting in touch with my inner cilantro

Ta-da! I have an indoor garden! It’s frail, it’s spindly, it’s floppy, it’s skinny — but it’s still doing better than any of the cilantro seeds I planted outside.

Last assault on the weeds

The evil Black Swallow-wort thinks it’s so clever, dying down and hiding under the fallen leaves. Too bad for the weed it forgot that leaves falling would reveal where it’s trying to reach up into the crab apple trees and drag them down. So I plunged into the fray one last time, wielding my deadly […]

Raspberries?! Still? Get out!

It’s a beautiful day today, perfect for climbing the hill and seeing how the raspberries how doing. Not that I’m expecting much. It’s fall. We even had snow already. It’s time for raspberries to take a break.

Mystery squash meet their fate

The mystery squash have finally met their end. They were chopped up, peeled, tossed with olive oil, and roasted. Along with a parsnip, just in case they tasted weird. Weird they were, but not too weird. Some tasted like overgrown zucchini, some like bland winter squash, some like a wild grassy feral relative of squash. […]

Beef Stew and Green Beans with sesame seeds

In case you were wondering, this is the stew I was cooking last night. It’s your basic brown the meat while cutting up the vegetables kind of stew. This time the vegetables were an onion, half an onion I found stashed in the fridge, six cloves of garlic, two carrots, two stalks of celery, a […]

Parsley is parceled

Sorry, parsley. I was cooking up a stew, and remembered you exist. Snip. Snip. Snip. You have been parsed.

Turkey thyme

I keep forgetting that I have parsley still growing in one corner of the herb garden. In the mean thyme, there’s a plant that seems determined make sure there is no parsley left to forget about. So with a mighty snoop of my scissors, I cut off a wave of thyme. Thus, the latest harvest. […]

A squirrel or two in view

This is the view from the back window the other day. The cat, I think, is looking the wrong way.

My little bit of winter grey

A little bit of wind, a little bit of weather, and that maple tree dropped off its leaves in golden sheets to be raked. I told you that moment of glory wouldn’t last long.