Just seeds you say?

It started with a few seeds last year, some rainbow chard and kale. The seeds didn’t grow exactly well. I placed them in the windows of the sunniest room of the house, but it still wasn’t enough sunlight, they eventually got “leggy” — reaching out for the sun — not growing straight up. So we…

Barefoot gardening & being.

Walking upon the rich, brown soil of the garden, I could feel the energy in each barefoot step. The minerally odor of the fresh-turned earth punctuating the air and wafting through my nostrils.The garden was alive. I felt alive. As I slipped in and out of my flip-flops, realizing being shoeless in mucky earth may…

Mountain life is tough, but highly valuable

The  winding road cuts through immense forests of pine, and hardwoods. The towering trees almost touching the gray, fading sky. Tiny log cabins dotting the wilderness landscape, homesteads in the middle of a forest. Those that dwell here, in the Adirondacks, are a hardy people. It is here that the elements drive life. There is…

Tomatoes, ye shall not grow . . .

I don’t know what’s happening. It’s odd. Troubling. And down right ticks me off. For the last two years something, perhaps myself unknowingly, has been murdering my poor, defenseless tomatoes. The lush, green plants starting life off with vigor – growing waist high – and then withering away.                                                                                                                 The first year I thought it was just a rough season for the…