Forces of nature

I recalled my maternal granny when the first thought of shrinking my vegetable garden came to mind a while ago. I better understood why she mourned the successive years she could no longer plant, hoe, harvest, and preserve her own food. However, this history could not...

Seven stages of man

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.” Jaques in “As You Like It” by William Shakespeare Miss...

Kentucky Wonders

When a child, I thought the only green bean was the Kentucky Wonder that grew up corn stalks in Granny’s and my uncle’s vegetable gardens. Wherever Dad drove us along Peter Creek on summer vacations, these Appalachian staples appeared in tidy rows nearby a...

Praise the color pink

My heart sank this past spring when I first noticed my nibbled pink Japanese anemones. Then experience reminded me to be patient. In this particular botanic situation, the timing of the deer’s munching was positive. It’s akin to the principle of pinching off the first...

In the good old summertime

“See you in September,” a friend said as our Bible study group parted last week. “What? Only two months left of summer!” I replied. A hot, humid afternoon, I drove to Cook’s Farm Dairy in Ortonville. There, I filled two coolers with 25 containers of my “special order”...