We have had snow! Now that is a date to remember! With this comes questions about soil, planting times, and when to keep a weather eye out.
Let’s look at soil organic matter in the soil. This is focusing on Garden location, not lawn or wild areas. Composting is a way of life for the gardener.
Beef Stew always brings back good memories of Girl Scout campouts. The oldest evidence of stew was found in Japan, as far back as the 4th century. The first time that the Old French word “estuve” jumped to English shores as "stew," it meant either a stove, a heated room, or a cooking cauldron.
Purple is a color I am generally neutral about, but it has taken decades for me to elevate it from negative status.
I’m guessing it barely made the grade for inclusion in those tiny boxes of crayons used down to the very last smidge by Early School first graders in 1944.
Somebody claimed that it started out as “red,” but was left in the oven too long.
I was in and out of television as a performer from the late 1950’s to the early 2000’s. In those early years everything was “live.” I stood or sat in front of the camera and what I said and did immediately went into thousands of homes. If my tie was crooked, that’s what the viewers saw.
Aldo Leopold (1887-1948) was a forester, a conservationist, a teacher, a hunter, a naturalist and an extremely talented and prolific writer who lived in the first half of the twentieth century. He is most famous for writing “A Sand County Almanac,” although he also wrote a textbook on game management and over 500 articles, essays and papers on all aspects of conservation and the natural world.
This recipe requires no kneading so if you're one of the many folks that don't particularly enjoy kneading your breads, this will be right in your wheelhouse! It is called “the Mother Loaf” by Italian bakers because it is so basic: yeast, flour, salt and water. It produces a loaf that has a crackly crust and an open, coarse texture.
Wintertime gardening. This is the time to make possible design changes. It’s the time a gardener remembers what did well where and what needs to rotate to a new location. Time to do soil sample analysis and to turn the compost. Make plans for butterfly garden areas, and decide what you will need to plant in them.
“Our Thanksgiving dinner was so good it would have made an atheist say grace.”
“Sounds like our Christmas dinner. It was such a, great meal. If they’d had food
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like that at the Last Supper, I bet Judas would never have gotten up to leave.”
Old friend Tex Luther and I were comparing notes on our holiday meals.
“After eating all that turkey and dressing, I had to let my belt out - and it never
came back!”
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I've been putting off writing this final column for three months. I don't usually write my columns in advance, so that's not unusual. But now, it's Tuesday morning of my final week, and rather than leave a huge gap over on page 4, I'm doing what I've done for years and letting the words flow from my stream of consciousness.
We've been joking around the office that this particular issue doesn't really exist, as our printing year officially began on Wednesday, January 1, 2020.
(A couple of notes regarding the following. It was originally written in pre-colonoscopy days when routine colon exams involved x-rays and barium enemas. Secondly, if you detect a subtle connection to what we've gone through in 2020, you may be right.)
It was not the most pleasant 15 minutes of my life.
I had not been looking forward to the test.
