Buying the Farm
byIf you read our post last month, buried somewhere beneath all the poetic waxing, you may have figured out that we purchased a piece…
farming
Mr. Bojangles
byIt seemed a little bit like I’d become a sort of urban anthropologist, as I slowly worked to clear this little pocket of land….
Mistakes
byMistakes have been made. One time, we bought a marble sink but the cabinet didn’t fit in the bathroom. We were pulling it out…
Bearing Fruit
byFruit in the first year wasn’t something we expected at the orchard, but juicy blueberries, blackberries and figs are already fighting for the birds’…
Ground Control
byI had no idea when I entered the feed store that I’d be transported into an episode of “Wayne’s World.” Imagine Wayne, 25 years…
Farming was sexy
by“This room is no longer well-quaffed,” said Matthew Raiford, to a room filled with 1,000 farmers and growers, mostly from Georgia. Raiford, from Brunswick,…
Treeson
byI swear we didn’t want to do it. Cutting down a hardwood tree was the last thing we wanted, but the water oak in…
A welcome home
byWe’ve been out of town for a couple of weeks — more on that soon — and as wonderful a time as folks have…
Whole in the Garden
by“Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.” Words from Sigmund Freud, unlikely patron of horticulture, set the tone for…