The rhubarb patch is lush and ready to pick–it must be spring. I spent the morning baking two fresh rhubarb pies for Sunday dinner. These golden brown, sugar-topped pies are tempting me as they cool on the counter–but good things come to those who wait!
Last Wednesday I enjoyed a trip up to London, to the RHS Early Spring Plant Fair at Westminster. This is one of my favourite events on the gardening calendar – for me it heralds the start of the gardening year. 170 more words
My grandmother raised chickens on a long, narrow city lot. They were a natural outcome for a farm girl transplanted to town. Fresh eggs were a significant part of my grandparents’ diet and that self-sufficiency appeals to me. 36 more words