Gardening feeds my body and soul. That’s why it’s difficult to put the garden to bed at the end of the season. A couple of weeks ago, I walked around fallen walnuts in the yard to cut all of my chard, kale and beet greens, thinking that was it for

I don’t remember when I first tried sun-dried tomatoes, but I instantly loved them. I’ve never been a fan of fresh tomatoes; the texture and acidity don’t agree with me. But when tomatoes are dried, the flavor is concentrated into a delectable bite.

I joke that we’re going to start a fruit of the month club. The later part of May yielded strawberries. All of June was devoted to blueberry picking. July is looking like a sea of blackberries.

I went for a walk in the rain this afternoon. It wasn’t exactly intentional. I often take a walk during lunch to get outside and breathe deeply of the day. The sparse clouds encouraged me to carry my umbrella just in case. Approximately two-thirds of the way through my walk,

It’s that time of year when I look in the freezer every week to see what’s in there that I need to use. During the rich garden harvest days of summer and fall, we freeze some of our produce, or what we get from friends, to use during the off-season.

I’m a serial restarter. I embrace the beginning of the new year, a new month and a new week with a feeling of wiping the slate clean to start fresh and welcome the opportunity to do it all again. I want to do whatever it is better, maybe to enjoy