May 22, 2012
It was not too long ago that our community garden group was sitting around a dining room with packets of seeds spread out dreaming of what we’d do with all the bounty. Soon after that we worked the soil into rows at a Sunday afternoon work party and buried... 
May 13, 2012
And no, I’m not talking about New Zealanders although I would have been more apt to think of them over the fruit when someone mentioned the word “kiwi” in reference to Boise, but recently friend Krista Grisel dropped off two plants for me and since... 
May 3, 2012
I grew up with a huge garden – and by huge, I mean feed-a-small-third-world-nation kind of huge. There were rows of berries and grapes, suitable for constant grazing. Tall stands of sweet yellow corn to play hide and seek amongst. Melons and zucchinis sending... 