The groundhog strikes again, bolting brassicas abound.

If you care for rodent based prognostication, you may be aware that the little furry guy in Pennsylvania has predicted an early spring. Now I'm no believer in augury- and yet yesterday while I was at work it was 78 degrees in the garden. Mom was heroic and saved most everything through some emergency watering- … Continue reading The groundhog strikes again, bolting brassicas abound.

The return of the wind- San Francisco tea party edition

I love the early morning hours. It's warm and cozy in bed. It's still dark and calm. You don't have to wake up for another half an hour or so- so you lightly doze, listening to the wind. The whistling, the howling, the crashing- Uh oh. "Gusty winds could blow around unsecured objects" That's not … Continue reading The return of the wind- San Francisco tea party edition