Women should be more like heirloom tomatoes. I suppose men should too, but they have more flexibility, so I’m not discussing them right now. We have this beautiful heirloom tomato sitting on our counter. It’s bright orange and red swirly. It’s a little misshapen, kind of funky in the front, but really cool to look at.…
When Maggie was younger, she played with snails in our backyard. She would dig through the dirt, make them little leaf houses, talk to them, and then beg me to let her bring them in her room. This went on for a while and then one day her brother and sister got involved. They grabbed a…
Here’s the thing with flowers. No matter how beautiful they are, no matter how much they cost or how many “oohs” and “ahhs” they get, they die. The junky weedy, sometimes lovely, daisy type flowers die the same way the gardenia dies. Isn’t that strange? All this time I’ve been thinking, emoting about the human…
I’m stupid silly for our garden lately. We are growing Swiss chard and tomatoes, three kinds of peppers and cucumbers all from seeds. Like, buy little seeds in a package, grow them in cups inside and then plant them in the garden. Now they’re plants. Real, green plants. That’s the crazy part, we didn’t buy little…