Pots and Plows: Starting Seeds Indoors
Six weeks before the last frost, my windowsills turn into a nursery.
Notes from a half-acre market garden in the Pacific Northwest
Six weeks before the last frost, my windowsills turn into a nursery.
One filled, one cooking, one waiting. The system takes the thinking out of it.
The hand fork my grandfather made out of a broken file is still my favorite.
A dormant apple tree tells you exactly where it wants light.
One inch of rain on a 1,000 square foot roof is 600 gallons. That number changed how I garden.
Not yields. Arguments with myself.