Why the Grocery Store Lady Thinks I’m an AlcoholicJanuary 30, 2015
No, my shopping cart wasn’t full of beer to drink away the sorrows of my withering artichoke plants. It was to wage war on one tiny, devastating insect.
No, my shopping cart wasn’t full of beer to drink away the sorrows of my withering artichoke plants. It was to wage war on one tiny, devastating insect.
If you have a coyote problem and aren’t quite ready to get out the shotgun, let me introduce you to the world of “Coyote Hazing.”
Who needs to dole out $40 for a pound of red wigglers when the worms in the horse manure do just fine?
There’s always a lesson worth learning on the farm, but sometimes they come in overwhelming numbers.