Monthly Archives: September 2015


Urban vegetable garden: harvesting radish seeds (& some random honesty)

In which I tell you a bit more about myself, and show you how I harvest and select my radish seeds BASED ONLY ON EXPERIMENTAL JUDGEMENT CALLS. ūüôā Oh – and I tested them, too!


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That’s the men in…that’s the men in…

I wish I could finish that sentence with ‘black’, but the reality is that those men wouldn’t know what a straight-forward, black suit was if it sat on their face¬†smothering them with a multi-colored granny square pillow.

I’m tempted to ask you which one of those ‘garments’ I should crochet for Dirk, but I’m afraid that would lead to a sudden ‘disappearance’ on my part, and the sudden ‘discovery’ of a babbling madwoman living in a yarn-bombed cave in the wilderness by herself, a couple of years down the line.

chickenguyThough he DOES like chicken…

Men in ponchos…and WORSE.


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Maximizing my back yard allotment!

In which I tell you about all the crazy things I plan to do in my back yard in 2016, explain my obsession with ‘The Edible Garden’ and show you around my sprawling 0.03 acres again!


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Lessons learned from turning thirty-four

Lessons learned from turning thirty-four:

  • You are deep in adult-land now. This means your potluck dinner party will be better, because people will bring actual food.
  • You are deep in adult-land now. This means your potluck dinner party will be worse, because everyone will pass out when the clock strikes ten.
  • Blood is thicker than water. But sometimes water can turn into blood, and blood can temporarily stop flowing. Family ties are¬†cut and rebuilt. Friends drop the ball and other friends move in to pick up the slack. This constant ebb and flow is part of¬†life, and your best bet is to go with it. You can do your best to be honest with your¬†emotions and boundaries. You can make a distinction between the people filling your life, and the people who make you¬†want to live it more. But even if you know exactly who you’d like to keep close, you can’t control things on their end, nor are those things always related to you. People really do come and go.
    At the end of the day, if you put a big long table in your living room…the people sitting down to eat, drink, talk and laugh with you are your real friends. They’re a precious commodity. Keep them well fed, and they might stick around.

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  • On that note: In your twenties it’s okay to resent your family or friends and make space to find yourself. Your thirties seem like a good time to make peace again. With them, maybe, but more so with yourself.¬†Residual bitterness is yours alone to carry, and yours alone to let go. That’s what being an adult means: no longer relying on anyone else to be responsible for your emotions. It’s scary, I know. But if you manage it, you’re truly on the¬†path to happiness.
  • The older you get, the more important it is to keep your mind and heart open. Always try to disagree with your own opinion at least once. You might learn something.¬†Also, it’s fun, and people will find you enigmatic. Or hilarious, depending on how well they know you.
  • Age is nothing but a number. As long as your fifty-nine-year-old friend, who was just talking to your thirty-six-year-old boyfriend and your twenty-three-year-old half sister, bakes you apple pies with smiley faces on them, you’re¬†doing¬†something right.

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My fabulous mom with her ‘lump’ of a daughter,
as she lovingly called me:).


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