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A Sticky, Slimy Habit

We’ve been eating okra almost every night for the last two months.  The 18 or so okra stalks in the garden, now each about six feet tall (one is eight… like I should write a story: Jack and the Okrastalk), … Continue reading

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Sunset Okra Surprise

Sounds like the name of a dish: Sunset Okra Surprise, like something a southern chef might have concocted.   It’s what delighted us yesterday at dusk. We were hoping for a post-supper, post-Jeopardy wave of calm to wash over us but no, we knew … Continue reading

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Of Homemade Paper Pots

I’m making my own pots this year.  I treated myself this spring and am now the proud owner of a Pot Maker.   Do I like this odd little wooden tool because it represents the brilliant step I’ve taken toward being … Continue reading

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The Jerusalem Artichoke’s On Us

We never thought about them.  All winter, those pounds of Jerusalem Artichokes slept snugly underground just where they had grown the summer before, slowly expanding into the knobby whitish tubers I finally dug up a few weeks back.  Even if … Continue reading

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The Joy of Making My (Garden) Bed

I vanquished the last of the invading host of weeds in Smith, my plot in the community garden.  The mild winter and early spring had provided the ideal conditions for those pernicious plants to slowly, steadily grow and thrive, sending … Continue reading

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Garden Wars

I waded deep into the weeds      and fought with might and main. In pitched combat, battle joined, I finally overcame.

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Good Bye Mighty Okra Friends

Another tough farewell, I pulled the okra stalks, once lush, tall, proud bearers of pounds of okra, now frost bitten, dried shells of their former glory.  I hated to say good bye, but I couldn’t bear to see them like … Continue reading

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I Dig Sweet Potatoes

I dig them in the garden, but I don’t like eating them.  I never have and I’m guessing I never will.  Too bad for me, I’ve been told, missing out on such a sweet and healthy treat. This was Mrs. … Continue reading

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Of Leeks, Cucumber Memories and a Clean Fall Garden

Visited Smith on Sunday, a fine, Fall afternoon, to dig sweet potatoes and couldn’t believe what all else was ready, too.  I picked a half dozen honorable Anaheims, a mildly hot pepper we pickle and like for cooking because it … Continue reading

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Farewell My Butternut!

More garden cleaning, this time in Smith.  I’m performing this task a little at a time to allow for proper good-byes for remembering our time together.  Too many partings all at once from these familiar friends is a burden.  I need … Continue reading

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