I’ve solved growing carrots. Thankfully, we love carrots. If, instead, our bumper crop was eggplants (which I think are beautiful but I don’t particularly like), I’d be offering eggplants to everyone I know. But the carrots thing, I’ve mastered. My gardening philosophy is benign neglect. If seeds or plants need too much attention, they will
This quilt was made for my sister-in-law, Sandra. It now lives in Udorf, Switzerland. The four shades of purple represent her and her husband and their two daughters – how families blend but how the children can always count on their parents surrounding them. Plus, purple is her favorite color.
Apricot Bread Read moreRosemary Grape Foccacia2 sticks of butter, melted and cooled 1 C granulated sugar ½ C brown sugar, packed 4 eggs 3 C flour, all purpose 2 tsp baking powder ½ tsp salt 1 C almonds, sliced 8 oz dried whole apricots 1 TBSP lemon juice 2 tsp almond extract Preheat the oven
It’s 97F today. It’s April 30th and it’s 97F. Luckily, there was a brisk breeze, but the wind stirs up the bees. I had to check the hives. I did not plan on having three hives. I wanted two. My original hive was thriving and robust, in February I finally had undeniable evidence of a laying
As spring arrived – after the late March refreeze that killed my pear blossoms, fig leaves, orange stems and fooled the usually infallible pecan trees – these strange stalks pushed up. I must have planted SOMETHING in this bed. I have irises, crinum lilies, gloriosa lilies, stokesias and agapanthas in this bed. And now I
Monday night is the perfect night for cookies. A new twist on an old favorite. I stopped using Crisco years ago but I must admit Crisco was the standard base for the Sanders Family cookie. I use Trader Joe’s BGH free unsalted butter that I but eight pounds at a time. Bustelo coffee gives it
Gardening is applied optimism. Maybe that is why my yard and gardens are in such disarray. It drags on me. Truly. I want to have flower beds all tidy and weed free. I want margins and edges clearly delineated and precise. I want lush shrubs and robust berry canes and bushes. Instead, the wild blackberries
Summer at Biddan Ridge is a whole lot of dang heat! Too much heat and not enough rain. And when it rains, it is preceded by an hour of lightening strikes which invariably costs me a few light bulbs – usually in the entryway ceiling fixture that requires two people and two ladders to change.