Eden of Garden

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  • Carrots and Canned Peaches

    Perhaps spring, or maybe even summer, has arrived in the rest of the United States. But here in the Upper Peninsula, it is still chilly. And I’m realizing I’ve got to wait too long until there are fresh garden goodies… Continue reading

  • Harvest Till You Drop

    Tis the season of late-night canning sessions. Saucing tomatoes before the fruit flies take over the house. Preparing plums for drying until my fingers are purple. Making pesto cubes until I can’t stand the smell of basil. Yanking the squash… Continue reading

  • Eating Season

    Gordy sleeps with his tomatoes. At least that is what he told me. That way he can feel what the tomatoes are experiencing. Are they getting too cold? Too wet? Maybe too lonely? He plants them six feet apart. His… Continue reading

  • Communion

    Last day of July already. No wonder the harvest is becoming more and more bountiful each day. I’m overwhelmed by its abundance and most appreciative. One thing all of us who attend the weekly Farmer’s Market, to sell and to… Continue reading

  • Beth’s Beans

    Back in the game thanks to pounds and pound of bush beans. Green beans, yellow beans. Pounds every day. Loving them now. Will be making me cringe in a few more weeks when I will be over eating beans. But… Continue reading

  • The Lull

    A quick visit to the farmer’s market can be so inspiring. Continue reading

  • The Big Solstice Shindig

    I still don’t see myself as a gardener. I garden.   Certainly, the farmers market has increased my role as a gardener — I appreciate the harvest. I love the food and I’m willing to work for it.  But, I’ve never… Continue reading

  • The Other Side of the Picnic Table

    Thing is, around here, there is nothing to do next. Continue reading

  • To Market, To Market

    All I had to do was fall in love with a gardener and poof! all of a sudden I’m in the remote Upper Peninsula of Michigan selling my produce at the farmer’s market. Continue reading

  • Big Time in the U.P.

    The War is On. The troops are clad in blaze orange. Keep the dogs inside. Stay out of the woods. Look out for startled deer on the road. Bang. We are surrounded by gunfire. Whack. It is hunting season in… Continue reading