Maybe it started with visits to Vicksburg, where my Nana and I would gobble up tomatoes on Saltine’s and where I would drink her spaghetti sauce from a small mug, too impatient to wait for noodles. Flash forward a couple decades to my cramming far too many tomato plants into one raised bed...
Read moreWhen Will Our Garden Grow?
Spring feels years away and, somehow, like it will arrive tomorrow. Our to-do list taunts us with its ability to regenerate two items for each one crossed off. But if tackling the beast means the promise of fresh eggs, a mountain of cherry tomatoes, and eventually honey and goat cheese… then game on.
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