March showers better bring April flowers, because if I get April showers too I’m gonna freaking riot. It's been insanely wet here. I'm loving it, as it reminds me of the San Francisco of my youth, rainy and foggy in winter, dry and warm in summer. Our two seasons were wet and dry, like the … Continue reading So, five-card stud, nothing wild… and the sky’s the limit.
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Welcome to San Francisco, the bayou by the bay
As you might have heard, we've been having some crazy weather events here, ranging from light rain, heavy rain, pouring rain, driving rain, gusty rain, thunder storms, frosts at night and memorably, a pounding hail storm. This winter had already NOT been one of the years where I have a small thriving winter greens garden, … Continue reading Welcome to San Francisco, the bayou by the bay
March growth in February
Spring has sprung at least a month early. The implications of why might be an existential horror show, but it does provide me with a head start on things. Also it’s neat seeing all my deciduous plants leaf out in the clear February light. This Pomegranate was a thoughtful gift from my boyfriend late last … Continue reading March growth in February
Captain’s Log: Early November Rains Return
The rain is back! Bringing water, weeds and fungi to a parched garden. None of this is bad, it just means that tomato time is over. I have some work cut out for me pulling plants soon. Regardless, I'm not upset. I had a damn good year for tomatoes, and learned a few things about … Continue reading Captain’s Log: Early November Rains Return
Righting the ship. Playing the part of the ship in this metaphor, is a top heavy tree collard.
We had a doozy of a late winter/early spring out here, alternating between sporadic rain, gusting winds, random days of near 85 degree temperature, and amusingly, hailstones tearing chunks through leafy greens and windshields alike. The windstorms were the worst of the bunch- as they always are, and once again my way-too-big-for-his-own-pot tree collard decided … Continue reading Righting the ship. Playing the part of the ship in this metaphor, is a top heavy tree collard.