June 2nd, 2012 by michelle | No Comments
If I am oregano, she is tomato. If she is borage, then I am a strawberry. She’s beans, I’m corn. You see, we are like companion plants—her often openness complements my reluctance; her emotions contrast to my stoicism; often she calms the rant; then she rants and I calm. We alternate moods and emotions depending on the problem or the need.
May 9th, 2012 by admin | 2 Comments
Will social scientists say this urban chicken farming trend was a yearning for a simpler life? A reaction to these tough recessionary years? Nostalgia? Most people I know get chickens once their kids reach a more independent age, and we reach the middle of our lives.
April 26th, 2012 by admin | No Comments
Our aunt loved flowers. I think of taking a cutting of her geraniums, but I never go in the front door. And would they survive winter outside anyway? If my aunt were here, they would be inside and she would be tending them now, but I don’t see them anywhere so I forget it and concentrate on stuffing the car so full we will never have to go back again.
April 17th, 2012 by admin | 2 Comments
I always plant them in the empty strip along the front garden. One year I got a phone call from an elderly neighbor. She left me a message saying her gardener told her I was growing opium and I needed to pull them out before they sprouted all over the neighborhood or she would “call the police.”