I’ve never signed up for a share of a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) because my vegetable garden produces more than enough to fill my small chest freezer. I haven’t signed up for a meat CSA either, because i’m not a big meat eater and because the very small local farmers market supplies all my needs–chickenRead more about Flower CSA[…]
“I must go in. The fog is rising.” These are Emily Dickinson’s enigmatic last words. What might be your last words? Of course, we cannot even begin to guess what we might see/hear/feel in that in-between place, that bardo between life and death. For now, we can only be aware of the between places asRead more about Emily Dickinson’s Last Words[…]
The first frost has finally fallen. The gardens are now officially dead, though clean-up remains to be done. Clean up now, so you don’t have to do it in the spring. However, garden energy is running low now, and it starts to run like sap in trees, come March. November has its own beauty. TheRead more about First Frost–Finally[…]