Scott’s very first priority at our new house was to plant a veggie garden. I think he might have even started tilling before he found his clothes boxes. We were concerned that such a late planting (first week of August) might mean early frost and no produce. Fortunately for us, it’s been a warm…
Category: The Yard
Learning How to Mow the Lawn and Swat Spiders Simultaneously
Ticks have been vanquished, spiders have been swatted, and the countryside (in my immediate vicinity) has been ever so slightly tamed. Sort of. When we bought our house, there were two riding mowers in the garage. We asked for the super nice one in our offer, and the owner said she couldn’t give us that…
Getting Our Seeds in a Row
So you’re supposed to get your ducks in a row, but we’re getting our seeds in a row. If all goes well, we’ll be the proud owners of a house on several acres sometime Monday. And Scott has every intention of starting to plant a (late) summer garden on Tuesday evening. We’re excited. Also, I…
Yard to Table
Last night’s dinner was special. It was partly because of the recipe, which tasted just like something from southern Italy. Scott and I went to Italy for our honeymoon, and we paid careful attention to dinner while we were there (and breakfast and lunch and gelato). Om nom nom. We like food. Scott is great at…
Getting to Know the Local Wildlife
Peanut and I had a cozy evening yesterday. I gave him a belly rub to console him for the long day alone. He thoroughly enjoyed said belly rub, and life moved along in a standard weeknight way. Right around 11:30, I let Peanut into the back yard for his last fresh air of the evening. …
Season o’ Productivity?
You’re supposed to get all excited about cleaning in the spring, right? Or you’re supposed to feel morally obligated to clean in the spring, thus “Spring Cleaning.” I’m sure there’s some good history in that phrase. I feel like winter gets the award for being the baking/cooking/getting fat season, and summer is the sunshine and…
Mercy and Grace for Smaller Critters
I’ve recently discovered that my attitude towards bugs swings wildly between all-out war and “the more the merrier.” One example of this is that there were two roaches on my front stoop the other night. Without even thinking about it, I hopped over them, went inside, and thanked my lucky stars that they didn’t skitter…
Small, but valuable. 