I have been moving the plastic coyote around the yard with success. The deer have been avoiding my gardens. Until Monday night, that is.

It’s finally happened.

I have two questions of the reading public this week.

One year when the children were small, Santa brought a tape recorder.

In my fantasy world of self-reliance, I would become an expert preserver.

Maybe gardening isn’t such a horrible pastime after all, you think.

The peacock and the rooster were having a standoff when I got out of the car at Down Island Farm on Sunday.

For years I was a production grower, planting everything in rows or squares to maximize output.