I feel tumbled up against the advance of winter. All summer, the sun pulled me on with the force of a tearaway sled dog and, when the days shortened into fall, it was as if she slowed suddenly to sniff out a piece of news and I...
Read MoreA couple of weeks ago, I was stayed in my tracks as I was strolling by one of our apple shelters. They’re coming, my nose told me as the fragrance of ripe fruit wafted out of the open door. I poked my head in. As luck would have...
Read MoreLast spring was an odd one for us … As bloom time approached, we watched for swelling buds on our apple trees. We saw some, but many trees kept us in suspense. As the pink petals poked through the ends of the buds on the...
Read More“So, is this a boy bush or a girl bush?”I turned from arranging potted trees, at our weekly Farmer’s Market setup in Dawson, to see a fellow holding up a young haskap berry bush. He was scrutinizing it intently, though what he...
Read MoreI used to focus solely on edible plants, wild or cultivated. The only flowers, trees and shrubs that interested me were those that could contribute to a meal. If they looked nice—bonus. When my partner, John, began introducing...
Read MoreThe tarps and burlap have come off of our tender apple trees, the snow is gone and the ground is drying up. Now we just have to wait for the magic to happen and the fruit to grow, right?Well maybe. Unfortunately, we don’t always...
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