Tag: Garden

  • Exploitation, Greed, and Family Estrangement: The Anatomy of Hatley Castle

    Exploitation, Greed, and Family Estrangement: The Anatomy of Hatley Castle

    Did your cold stone castle make you feel loved?

  • Natural Arrogance

    Hippos happen.

  • A Redirected Maternal Instinct

    There are many ways to love and nurture.

  • Building a 5 Star Bug House

    If I were a bug, I’d want to live there.

  • What to Cook When You Hate to Cook. Recipe 6: Barb and Cris’ Super Salad

    Cooking is much more fun when you do it together.

  • I Made This!

    After so many years in Florida, I have an aversion to yardwork. To me, gardening means sweating, getting a sunburn, and encountering fire ants, snakes, scorpions, and spiders the size of your hand that can rear up and hiss. Yardwork, to me, is the stuff of nightmares. But now I live in the Pacific Northwest,…

  • World Naked Gardening Day? And I Missed It?

    Jeez! Why do I always seem to find out about the cool stuff after the fact? I’m marking my calendar for the first Saturday of May next year, because that’s when World Naked Gardening Day rolls around again. I love to skinny-dip. There is nothing more liberating than swimming in the nude. But opportunities to…

  • Food Forests

    God, how I love living in Seattle! These people know how to think outside the box. They’ll do crazy things that, once done, make absolute perfect sense, and you’ll say to yourself, “Why isn’t anyone else doing this?” Case in point: the Beacon Food Forest. On a 7 acre patch of Urban Seattle, they are…

  • My Own Personal Garden Song

    After pulling up stakes and moving 3000 miles across country to a place where I know no one, essentially starting over at age 50, I spent a lot of time beating myself up because upon arrival I didn’t instantly have it all figured out. I don’t know what I was thinking. Was everything supposed to…

  • Old MacLandlord had a Farm

    I woke up the other day to strange sounds emanating from the back yard. I looked out the window and there was my landlady’s son, tearing up what little grass our dogs hadn’t already torn up for him. Turns out that we’re going to have a garden. A really large garden. I was told I…