The mom-woman. She writes sap. She doesn’t tell the truth. She hates beetles and slugs and never plays with them. That’s dumb. She sprays water on plants but I do that too, so she is wasteful. I never pee on her, but I do stick out my tongue. She doesn’t know how things really are. … Continue reading The World According to Sarge
It’s almost back-to-school time for me. I know I haven’t posted much anything about the Garden of Envy this summer, but trust me, it’s still there. It’s got flowers and bugs and other pests that both sting and bite, I mean surprise and delight. There are my new friends, who come by to visit with … Continue reading Where the Wild Things Are
It’s been about a week since my girrl headed out into the world into parts unknown, and by parts unknown I mean Italy, which has Wifi and other modern conveniences like FaceTime and WhatsApp. She has used these modern conveniences to post pictures of the charming medieval village where she lives: the gorgeous architecture, the … Continue reading My New World of Hygge
Well, today is the day. My girrl is headed to Italy on the adventure of a lifetime. I don’t think I’m ready, and not in any melodramatic or meaningful life-metaphor sense—I really don’t think I’m ready. There is still so much she hasn’t taught me. I don’t know how to take a screen shot on … Continue reading Leaving Day
Sorry. I’ve missed you. I took some time off from blogging to have some quiet time. I spent my quiet time being quiet, in the garden and in the greenhouse mostly, meditating and resting. Also, I was on a treasure hunt for the cause of some weird health issues. The whole thing is not completely … Continue reading Time for an April Fool’s Snowstorm
It’s been a year since I celebrated Father’s Day by going off by myself and enjoying a local garden tour. I saw things that filled me with envy: strawberry patches, flower beds, climbing roses, sun-dappled frog ponds. I wanted them all, and I’m pleased to say that following a year of dirty, itchy, back-breaking work, … Continue reading Happy Anniversary, Garden of Envy!
It’s that time of year again. Time to thin the carrots and the beets. I hate doing it. It’s so hard to decide who goes! And yes, I gave the tiny seedlings a personal pronoun because by this point, I’ve grown so attached to them that they feel sort of people-ish to me. I planted … Continue reading Favorite Scenes: “Throwaways”