My kitchen table has become pregnant with potent life forms. All those seed packets I bought over the winter, the leftover ones from recent years and all the packets of my own saved seeds are piled, stacked, organized, disorganized, reorganized, moved, returned, and generally in an active state of flux there. It’s that time ofContinue reading “The Garden Springs to Life–time to get our hands–and seeds–in the dirt!”
a chat over the garden fence