My Northern California climate allows me to grow a garden all winter, so Iām busy figuring out just what I want in my garden beds.
Armed with a headlamp and garlic spray, I set out to my garden to kill vampires ⦠er, cherry-tree-eating bugs.
When itās 100 degrees outside, the chickens, garden and I are just doing our best to survive.
Ya win some and ya lose some when it comes to gardening. The good thing is it will always provide you with some reward, plus a good learning experience.
Iām day-dreaming of bringing goats back to our farmstead, but the family keeps shooting me down.
The Girlsā coop satisfies their housing requirement and allows me to exert minimalāyet efficientāeffort.
Florence āThe Mindful Prunerā taught me more than how to trim my trees; she provided powerful lessons in the making of a healthy tree.
Passing along my brooder to another chicken-keeping friend has me feeling a little sentimental.
My quince and pear trees have been affected by a disease, and hopefully a good pruning will take care of it.
Warning, this post is not for “seriousā chicken keepers. Everyone else wants to have a little fun may proceed.