- Gypsywort *New addition
- Bull's Blood Beets *New addition
- Long Island Improved Brussel Sprouts *New addition
- Arugula *New addition
- The Cottage Gardener's Gourmet Heirloom Leaf Lettuce
- Bleu de Solaise Leek *New addition
- British Wonder Pea
- Red Opal Basil
- The Cottage Gardener's Coloured Carrot Mix
- New Zealand Spinach
- Petit du Rennes - Melon
- Blanche du Quebex - Tomato
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Cole and I slipped away for a few hours the other day to enjoy a morning drive, absorb the suns warm rays, and stopped at a quaint little coffee bar in Rockwood. Cole brought along his workbook, scribbled his surroundings down inside with intentions of writing his thoughts and ideas in a way that is supposed to excite and surprise me.
The boys love their alone time with me and I love the time with them. It's special, and they appreciate it so much.
We are looking forward to find where our next journey will take us.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
My ABC's of Weather Cliches.
(Give or take a letter or two :)
After the rain comes a rainbow. Behind the clouds, the sun is shining. Cold as blue blazes. Drown you sorrows. Face the sun, but turn your back to the storm. Got your head in the clouds. Hot enough for you. It will be a cold day in hell. Just a drop in the bucket. Not a snowball's chance in hell. Once in a blue moon. Pure as the driven snow. The Quiet before the storm. Run like the wind. Snow job. That'll be the day. Under the weather. Weather the storm. You're all wet.
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
I miss my gardens.
My Clematis.Peaking out of the Fairy Garden.
Scarecrow the boys made.
The chilling autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world
By their increase, now knows not which is which.
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.