Dirt

My garden is a luxury item I can't help but afford because walking through the gate is my favorite form of therapy.¬† I find more joy in spraying myself with mosquito repellant and putting on a headlamp to garden in the moonlight, than I have ever found on a date. My tomatoes are starting to…

Jenni’s Heirloom Marinara

The funny thing about being a gardener is that the vegetables don't care how you feel. When they're ripe, it's time to can them or throw all your hard work away. It was a horrible year for my garden, so I am a slave to canning any and everything as soon as it's ripe. Yesterday,…

Oh She of so much faith…

I woke up to silence... a tiny furry Yorkie dog sleeping as close as he can get to me without being actually ON me. Kicking the covers off, knowing as soon as my naked foot landed on top of the fluffy cloud of down comforters heaped on my bed, my little Tucker Max would be…

Victory Yarden

My garden, aka The Yarden was overwhelmingly huge this year. Nearly an acre- and completely redesigned this year. With a freaking rake. I was determined, heartbroken and lost. Definitely depressed. Beyond depressed. My mom brought her tractor over and we tilled the whole damn thing up. Go big or go home, organic farmer style. Like…

Tomato Hoarder

Seriously. My ego has gotten me in more trouble than I can shake a stick at. One of the last arguments with the dirty boat stealing asshole went something like this: DBSA- What do you think you're going to do? You'll never be able to do it without me. J- Hmm. You don't think so,…