Tales from Easement Acres
Not when the integrity of my garden is at stake. For weeks I’ve been watching this bastard groundhog mosey out of his cozy borough beneath my deck and take his thrice-daily constitutional into my garden and eat that which I’ve sowed. Not noticeably an herbacious connoisseur, he ate everything from sunflowers to tomato plants. Every …
I’m not sure if we’re going for a roadside shanty theme, but our growing string light setup is certainly more pleasant to look at from afar than the standard suburban system of single-bulb external illumination. The overlapping fields of small-lumen bulbs provide a less invasive experience to the human eye, which I’m finding quite superior …
I realize the postings have been scarce as of late, but that’s due to a lengthy bathroom renovation, which will in itself constitute a lengthy post once complete. But for now, I’ll highlight our recent vacation–the modern equivalent of a suburban slideshow: But first, some background. As in, why would we decide to go to …
Hey look y’all! Another lightbulb post! You bet! I have much jesting, at the expense of Baby Boomers and my wife. *** Okay, so this is just one of those filler posts I come up with in winter. But even in the mediocrity of suburban creativity can one ruminate. One can also be that shameless …
Legend tells of the American west, where virgin prairie grass roots grew 12 feet down. Legend also tells of cultivated Kentucky bluegrass on a certain suburban plot in southwest Ohio, whose roots seem to almost match that depth. And as I set about removing it with shovel and mattock, I can understand how sod created …