Vineyard Gardener
I accept most of the responsibility for the typographical errors in this column. My editors are willing to pick up my hand written ramblings at my...
Only occasionally have I done a task which serves me in the long run. Last fall, Marie and I (with the help of cousin Mark) put hay on all our...
I have been happily emptying my pantry and freezer of last season’s produce. The pepper and eggplant mixture has been a great addition to the winter...
I take a bit of a walk early in the morning. I always take the same route. Every day there is some tiny sign of impending spring.
Every now and then I get on some rampage and call my friend Sharlee to inquire if I am crazy.
Last weekend’s big melt certainly put me in a spring mood. Too bad there are still so many skating rinks in the driveways and shady sections of the...
I will do anything to avoid doing my taxes. Honestly I need to be locked in an empty room with my receipts and no phone.
Brrr! I write this column on Monday morning. I’m looking at four degrees. If memory serves me, and it rarely does, I don’t believe we were in the...
I am happy in the winter. I love the slowed pace, don’t mind the snow, and appreciate the time indoors to regroup. However, the icy working...
I have rats. Thankfully they are not in the house but are running wild in the vegetable garden. They have eaten the tops of my beets, hollowed out...
My life is a series of fixing things and moving stuff. I feel as if I could do a George Carlin stand-up routine.
Last Sunday’s snowstorm caught me off-guard. It is beyond me why I ever watch the weather man.
