Even though the “no farms, no food” adage is becoming truer by the growing season, it still seems that the game is rigged against producers who need to outsource supplies and labor.
Picking out seeds is the best way to pass dreary winter days. I can spend weeks pouring over seed catalogs, building carts, changing my mind, and starting all over again. It’s a grand time. Baker Creek, Sow True Seeds, Urban Farmer, all are worthy of a visit.
So I thought I had some REALLY dedicated honey bees this morning. Sun isn’t even over the horizon good, and they are already all over my squash plants.
A good sign of summer at our house is having white buckets strewn about the kitchen. These 2 gallon food grade containers hold summer’s bounty until we can chop, freeze, can, and otherwise nom on our garden harvest.
I love garlic. Grilled, baked, smashed with cream cheese, Im not picky. They say I’m afraid of vampires. But 1) have you ever seen one at my place? Nope. And 2) I’d be toxic to them anyways. What umami is to vegetarians, garlic is to me.
My husband tells me I cannot go around catching bees one by one and putting them in my hives until I have enough. He sounds wrong, but I guess I’ll believe him.