Today is Earth Day. Around here it seems that everyday is Earth Day—as it should be everywhere in my book. I think most gardeners feel that way.
It’s ironic that I have to work so hard to maintain my urban farm that I find I don’t have much time to enjoy it.
About a week ago, I heard a zinging-buzzing sound as a miniscule feathered missile (with a dangerously pointy beak) zipped past my head: the first of our Rufous Hummingbirds come home from wherever they hummer off to for the winter.
In Massachusetts, town selectmen are required to "walk the bounds" every five years, identifying town boundary markers and replacing any that are missing.
Avoid trips to the lumberyard. Cut your own wood and mill it, too, with a portable sawmill.
Several months ago, we purchased a Worm Factory Composting Worm Bin System made from recycled plastic right here in Washington.
It's been a good many years since I finished my U.S. Army mechanics training. One lesson has stayed with me well throughout the years.
Last Sunday was Palm Sunday, so I went with my wife to the local blessing of the palm fronds down on the bay.
We had a great time walking the aisles of the greenhouses enjoying the Easter flowers and checking out all the water plants.
