“Garden house”, as my friend Angela calls is, is a true struggle. While I’m bent over sinking carrot seeds into the soil, the interior of our cottage is somehow slowly exploding with mud, dirty dishes, piles of laundry, and random bits of food. Feeling quite proud of my accomplishments, I’ll venture back into the cottage
Tis the season, my friends. For greens. Though… let’s face it… it’s pretty much always the season for greens. Greens in the fall. Greens in the winter. Greens in the spring. Greens in the… see where this is going? We’ve got greens coming out of our eyeballs and sprouting from our ears. Mustard greens. Kale.