Pestinsides
For years, Brad and I have been members of Georgia Organics because we believe that food should be: fresh from the tree/stalk/vine to which…
growing food
Sow and Behold
“It’s like you’ve been magically transported back to 1995.” So my sister says, after my new job at Jenny Jack Farm began back in March. Three days a week, I’m in the field or greenhouse, with intermittent phone coverage and no internet access. And the last thing I want to do in the evening is clear spam out of the inbox, which means I typically log on only two days a week.
Jenn-yard
Eighty-seven pictures of medallions, set in stone, hammered in metal, or painted in fresco. It didn’t matter if they were on the streets of…
Hang Down Your Head
If the deck at our house were a little taller, we’d be able to see the top of the North Highlands Dam from it,…
Mistakes
Mistakes have been made. One time, we bought a marble sink but the cabinet didn’t fit in the bathroom. We were pulling it out…
Food for Thought
Forgive a hyper-local post, patient readers, but there are several events coming up in the Chattahoochee Valley that celebrate, support, and educate about farming,…
Grape expectations
It started off so innocently. Which is, I know, what Prince Paris and Helen of Troy thought when they met for some spanakopita, and…
Espal-yay!
I was staring at the saplings, just two weeks in the ground. Shears in hand, I knew what I had to do. My victims…
Bearing Fruit
Fruit in the first year wasn’t something we expected at the orchard, but juicy blueberries, blackberries and figs are already fighting for the birds’…