Mowed. Trimmed. Strimmed. Cut hedges. And generally fought to tame the enormous green growth that follows spring in Central Illinois. (I could not even park my car – the hedge was so overgrown)...
The farmy is still cloaked in its sleepy late winter weeds. As an entity it will toddle along like this – in a kind of slow moving hibernation until I get back from my ‘Spring into Autumn Pro...
https://thekitchensgarden.com/2024/03/12/the-farm-the-travel-and-superpowers/
This was my first thought this morning. Facing the possibility of the planet reclaiming the earth back from the people sounds like a fine plan to me. Almost comforting. Not a popular thought obvi...
https://thekitchensgarden.com/2023/03/20/saving-the-planet-or-saving-the-people-on-the-planet/
I was listening to the radio in the car the other day and at the end of the interview the interviewer posed a question. “What is the taste of home for you?” He said Hush Puppies were his tast...
We have lost the wee fellow on the right he died in the night but these are such sweet shots I thought I would share. Please don’t be miserable. And after such a rocky start he needs a proper g...