Travel Journal 6: Monticello

The drive through Virginia from Fairy Stone State Park to Big Meadows was lovely. I really like Virginia. The scenery is so very pretty and pastoral. There were so many little farms and fields we passed along the country roads. For years now, whenever I saw an interesting historical seed variety grown by Thomas Jefferson,…

Lime Basil Pesto

I write here from the garden this evening – the sounds of the chorus of cicadas swell in the trees, and make the whole world alive with sound.  The sun is setting, still bright at the edges, with small clouds like little golden fairy castles floating above the pines. It isn’t quite gloaming yet, but…

A Garden Tour Spring 2020

Can I show you my garden?  This is, beyond a shadow, the most beautiful, flower-filled, viney, better-homes-and-gardens, fairy dust, glossy magazine centerfold, rockstar, dreamboat, fairest-of-them-all, wish-upon-a-star, garden of dreams garden than I’ve ever grown before…. I took first-planted pictures to include, so you can see how it has grown! Here it is now: These are…

The Odd Bits: Crispy Chicken Feet

These past few weeks have been so perfectly beautiful – clear as a bell and full to the brim with flowers and the unfolding of fresh green leaves, ready to meet the sunshine.  The mornings have been dew-strung and misty,  illuminating the careful lacy weavings of the spiders in the golden light, and at night…

A Counter Garden: Adventures With Sprouting

It was so hot and tropical this fall. Finally, the day after Halloween,  the cool weather came,  blowing away the heavy,  damp heat. The light is different now,  beaming in long, honey-colored rays through the afternoon trees.  The last yellow cherry leaves are wavering at the tips of tiny branches where little birds flutter and…

Pumpkin Coconut Curry

It’s that time again…. The time of hauling 5-gallon buckets here or there, full of this or that, tucking in the tender starts,  securing seeds in the soil,  and wandering the edges of the garden gesturing and muttering to myself…  I’m not just communicating with the unseen, this is actually how I plan my garden….

Roselle Honey BBQ Sauce

This is the season of dry, whirling wind, of butterflies and ragged grass, tall plumes of dog fennel, yellow flowers, and change. Lime rock dust hangs over the country roads like fog, and in the quiet nights the almost cool wind stirs the mixing bowl clouds around the hesitating moon. In the hot afternoons, the…

Travel Journal 4: The Medieval House

After a top-speed, swerving ride over a mountain, interupted by a flock of sheep, we stay somewhere in the Alps-Martimes. The house was once the home of a medieval knight and has been beautifully restored. The garden is full of raspberries and rose bushes, and there is a little white dog. At first glance it…

A Parting

A quick walk through the garden this morning….  This was my most beautiful summer garden, full to the brim with flowers and herbs, rambling vines, beautiful fruits, sweet corn and sorghum, sweet potatoes and cassava.  It is at the turning point, when the sunflowers have started to shrivel up and it becomes jungly. In this…

Six Cooling Herbal Drinks For Hot Weather

Summer has set in. The days are long and so hot the wind feels like the air from a baking oven on my face, and the grass looks like uncut hay, all shriveled and dried in the pasture.  It has been days and days of dry, bright sunshine over 100 F. The ticks and yellow…

Chicken and Parsley Root with Pesto and Pink Peppercorns

For several weeks now i have been hearing the scream of a chicken in the night, whereupon i climb down the loft and rush outside, holding aloft a dim little lantern like the Statue of Liberty to where the dogs are already silently loping through the darkness. Nothing has been discovered until morning, and only…

Harvest

This year has lacked a dry season, making the pastures already green and beautiful and filled with flowers.  Walking through the cow-paths, the starry Erigeron flowers swirl past in a green galaxy of grass. It isn’t the usual hot, blue, open skies of May, but chased all over with piled up clouds shadowed with silver…