Well, Harper Lee must’ve never been a gardener, that’s all I can say. Because if she had been, she would’ve been like, ‘f— you, mockingbird!’
I was all set to have a great blackberry harvest–there were handfuls of berries just outside my front door (literally! the vine has a foothold in the door frame, and I [...]
Andy: Why is there so much pollen?
Me: Um, I dunno…it’s just that time of year.
Andy: But why is there so much of it?
Me: You mean like, Why is there pollen?
Me: That’s how trees have sex. You know, ’cause it’s not like a tree can just walk down to the bar and find some lady [...]
I know it may not have been 40 days of rain yet, but I’m really wishing I had started building my ark a lot sooner.
For three years now I’ve been walking the dog on the same path through the woods.
For three years we have walked through a litter of leaf and pine-straw, the seasons melting together like butter; the chorus of frogs in summer, the hushed early-darkness of winter.
And for three years I haven’t really noticed the woods, not [...]
The eyes on this bee remind me of an alien, sort of.
There is a drama of birdly proportions going on in my front yard. The crows are strutting around in the grass, searching for whatever it is they like to eat, some of them panting open-beaked already from the heat even though it is [...]
I have a recipe for a raw blueberry sauce to tell you about (so simple & fresh; similar to this) but first I have to tell you about a goose, since it’s because of the goose that we became the lucky recipients of a gallon(!) of freshly-picked blueberries.
One of our friends lives in Lake Waccamaw. [...]
I am watching a tropical storm out the window as I write this (or, tropical storm-ish: the outer bands of Hurricane Arthur). The trees heave and yaw, their leaves peel back to reveal silvered underbellies. The wind comes in heavy gusts, but sometimes not at all; likewise the rain: sometimes it falls in sheets, sometimes [...]
It’s hard to believe that so much has happened in the garden in the two months since I last wrote about it; yet in some ways it feels like so little. I still haven’t finished planting the rest of the tomatoes, but most of them are in and growing well, and about half are blossoming.
If I were to sum up the last three months in just five words, it would be these: Dear Winter, I’m over you. And so it was hard, today, when it was gloriously 70-degrees-and-sunny to want to do anything but sit on the porch and bask.
And so I didn’t do any of the things I [...]