Tales from Easement Acres
So ends the 2023 growing season. Bittersweet, really, as I’ll miss it but I’d never garden to begin with if I didn’t have a seasonal break. Here’s some pics of the final crops: I plan to make some kimchi, but that’s a lot of radish. Those were new this year. Everything else is properly stored …
I never wrote a sequel to the great strawberry harvest of 2021: At the time, I didn’t seem to have had much hope of a good crop. As it turned out, however, the yield was very good indeed. And my portioned bags of frozen fruit saw us through many a cold winter Saturday family card …
As a famous whitetail deer once lamented: “Winter sure is long.” And here in zone 6a, I would concur. The last week of April through the last week of October are the only guaranteed growing times for anything not frost-resistant, and even that’s a gamble. The remaining half of the year is reserved for watching …
As per usual, here’s my post-holiday winter post, recapping whatever I was up to in January last year. I mocked Boomer indignation regarding lessened staff in service jobs I replaced a bathroom fan and remarked on the quality of the prior owner’s work Aside from that, the holidays were stressful as usual and too action-packed …
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 …