For many years I waged war in my garden. I dug dandelions out of my lawn, using a tool called Grandpa’s Weeder, and I made huge piles of wilting Sheep’s Sorrel, which slowly dried up in a distant corner by the big pine tree. Every summer my back complained, and every spring the weeds returned
It’s that time of year! The time when I take stock of my seed supplies and decide what to plant, when to plant, and where to plant. In past years, I’ve usually planted whatever I wanted, just for the joy of tasting new varieties and species, but these days I’m feeling external pressure to anticipate
The Dirt. A few weeks ago, after pondering all the chaos in the world, I decided to sow seeds for winter crops like beet greens, hardy lettuces, arugula, and cilantro. The rains hadn’t yet come, so I knew I was in for some hard work. I took my shovel and hori knife and turned
I’ve always had trouble sleeping, but in recent years it’s gotten much worse. I used to stay up deriving formulas on my ceiling before a calculus exam, or running through a piece of viola music in my head, to see if I had it memorized. Perhaps I was anxious, and rather than count sheep
The Hairy Chap I was sitting at the dining room table, working on my computer, when my biggest cat Itchy The Fluffinator sauntered across my keyboard, slapping me in the face with his enormous feathery tail, before hopping down to perch upright on a stool and gaze at me without blinking. I wondered
Every time I go with my family to the coast to unwind and walk on the beach, I end up picking up trash. On the first day out, I’m always unprepared, and I return from my beach walk with pockets bulging with garbage. I don’t usually find huge pieces of trash, no old furniture,
