O, Farmer, Wherefore Art Thou?

It’s me, the garden. I’m just wondering where you are.  Because I haven’t seen you in a while.  And there’s trouble down here.

Me and the Little Red Hen

Apparently Mother Nature doesn’t know that the summer solstice is on June 21st.  Like everyone else, she assumed that summer started on Memorial Day.  So she sent us a week of heat, humidity and thunderstorms.  Which is fine with me since I had just planted some seeds and didn’t have to worry about keeping the […]