Those of you who follow this blog may have noticed that if it weren’t for Bad Joke Mondays happening, you probably wouldn’t hear much from me. There’s a reason for that. Reason being: I’m suffering from Pudding-Brain. That’s the technical name for it. It’s the rambling, jacked-up mess of ideas, fears and imaginings that clogs… Read More On fear, finding your focus, and getting back to the Garden (Yoga style)
If you recall (here, here, and here) I’ve been delighting in all the various birds visiting my backyard feeders. And though I even took a class last summer (related here) I’m getting more information from my little field guide by Stan Tekiela, Birds of Minnesota. Every state has their own version of this, in case… Read More There goes the neighborhood: Undesirables at the bird feeder
Hello gang! Welcome to yet another rip-roaring episode of Feeding on Folly’s Bad Joke Monday! Let’s jump right into the festivities, shall we? If you remember last week’s show, our winner (Eilene) garnered praise not only for her buggy offering, but for her fabulous composting skills. And then… in the comments, who do you think… Read More Bad Joke Monday goes to seed
Spring has officially arrived to our Minnesota home: Yeah, I know according to the calendar Spring has been here awhile, but it’s only really felt like Spring for the past week or so. And it’s not that a flowering crabapple is an official start, but it sounds good to me. Speaking of trees, we had… Read More Springtime is for the birds
If you’d rather I read this story to you (think of it as story time for grownups) click here: Once upon a time there was a very useful garden shed; it was made of wood and painted red. It had no windows, but it had two big doors that stuck a little in humid weather.… Read More In Which I Channel Beatrix Potter and Write a Tale of The Two Mice in My Shed
This morning as I was walking Dog, I passed by that house. You know which one I mean, right? There’s one in your neighborhood too. It’s the one with the perfect yard. The grass is perfectly green, the bushes are perfectly shaped, the flowers look like they were planted with a ruler and level. Walking by such a… Read More In Defense of Lazy Gardening
A three day weekend before me, I had one plan and one plan only: to move a tree. To be specific, a volunteer tree that was growing in a small shaded area between our home and the back fence. Far too close to both home and fence. After some careful research, I determined it was a… Read More Birds: Helpful Neighbors or Ruthless Overlords?
As much as I like getting my hands dirty, you’d think I’d be a better gardener than I am. It’s not that I’m bad at it, per se. It’s more like I’m, well, hopelessly lazy. And I think the plants are catching on. The last time I drove home from the nursery, I swear I heard… Read More A Lazy Gardener Gets Lucky