Ah, the title of this post speaks for itself - this year's garden attempt has produced four jalapenos, six cherry tomatoes, eight garlic bulbs, some rosemary and thai basil, and today we'll find out just how many potatoes grew, but I'm certain that the yield will not support the cost. I can tell you I... Continue Reading →
My Dying Garden
I have determined that I do not possess a green thumb and think I'm finally ready to acknowledge that the grass truly is greener on the other side, because that's where it's watered more. There's an age-old lesson to be learned from this that applies to life and relationships and perhaps I'll dwell on that... Continue Reading →
Once Upon a Time, I Had a True Green Thumb
It's funny how a random task can trigger memories. I was washing the dishes from the projects I had going in the kitchen tonight - salsa, avocado bread, dried jalapenos, and the memory of me washing dishes at my home while growing up popped into the forefront. I always seemed to be the one to... Continue Reading →