On a recent sticky August morning, I waded through the mint to look for zucchini and corn. Despite the memes about abundance appearing on my…
Plenty of things about Disneyland make me happy: the thrilling rides, the delicious food, the artistic details at every turn, my 9-year-old’s joy while hugging…
When my brain woke up at 4:30 a.m. Thursday morning, it tossed and turned a wide range of need-to-dos: scheduling a work project actually outside…
Ask the sunflowers. Among three different Tucson-area locations I tend, sunflowers are sprouting this spring in: pots and raised beds where my son and I…
Overheard about snow near the end of February, 2022… “It’s soft.” “It’s like a sponge, a snow sponge.” “Mom, we found a stalagmite, I…
This post is purely practical. Click on the link or links that might help you most! The first two files are updated versions of the…
Brrrr! Slip some shoes on, don’t bother with a jacket, grab the pile of tattered old sheets and towels, and toss them over the six…
The melon’s parents grew on a commercial farm, likely in Yuma. It was delivered to Basha’s or Albertson’s, then consumed by my family, sometime in…
Eclectic. Wild. Scattered. Littered with the kids’ toys and gardening projects unfinished. I love my yard and also admit to zooming in on favorite plants…
“Do you want to see a huuuuge spider, Mom?” asked my 11-year-old. We were both exploring the Marana Community Garden in our own way. My…