Giverny is a village in the region of Normandy in northern France. It is the site of the home of Impressionist painter Claude Monet who lived and worked here from 1883 until his death in 1926. The artist’s former home and elaborate gardens, where he produced his famed water lily series, are now the FoundationContinue reading “A Rainy Day in Giverny”
Last night Chris picked blackberries which we had for breakfast. This morning I picked some kale and lettuce adding zucchini, cucumbers and potatoes from the garden. My goal is for us to eat this today. I’m thinking salad and a veggie casserole.
We planted a lot of kale. Hope to make some kale chips today. I used the cilantro which is growing back from last year’s plantings in some hummus which was for lunch along with the salad greens picked the day before. And for supper I tried to make an eggplant lasagna. It was great, butContinue reading “Yesterday’s Picks”
The various lettuces were picked from our garden yesterday. There was also some cilantro in there, which came back from last year, and something we are confused about. My husband says he planted spinach there, but it doesn’t look like spinach. I think it might be chard. I made it into a wrap adding someContinue reading “From the Garden”
We got carried away with our potato patch this year, so we hired expert help.
We are trying to grow our own veggies for our juices and cooking. I started celery and romaine lettuce from the stalk part in water. It’s doing rather nicely. So, I started another pot full. April 16th was National Barefoot Day. It was my first day barefoot outside. It was a day of firsts. WhileContinue reading “Growing Green”
Last weekend Chris used the tractor to break ground for the garden. Temperatures are supposed to get in the 50’s and 60’s this weekend. We will be out working in the soil soon, once again. I bought some organic seeds this past week. At any sign of warmer weather we spend lots of time outdoorsContinue reading “Bring On Spring”
On most days except for Sunday, it was ritual for Sally at break of first light, hoe in hand, bonnet on her head wearing her usual long flowing faded and threadbare dress, to make her way towards the riverbank where the garden lay. People knew this to be fact even though it was rare forContinue reading “Garden Meditation”