I wish I would remember to take a photo of the garden patch before I start weeding. Oh, well. Pulled five or six three-gallon buckets' worth of weeds and dead plants and suchlike out. Need to do a bit more soon, but the late-afternoon shadows were beginning to set in ( Read more... )

Pirate and I spent the weekend at the Make Money as an Urban Farmer class put on by the Sustainable Commercial Urban Farm Incubator (SCUFI) program and based on the Small Plot INtensive (SPIN) farming technique.

Wow. What an excellent way to spend two days.

A little background: about seven or eight years ago, Pirate and I took a class with John ( Read more... )

We do not bury a flower to get another flower. We do not expect happiness to grow from happiness -- only complication grows from happiness. We bury a bulb to get a flower. We take the ugliest part of our lives, the diseased yams and scarred flesh and broken dreams, and we throw them into a pit, taking care to pay attention to every step, and then ( Read more... )