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The tender steely grip of the dirt

I just don’t get it. One minute I’m fed up with gardening and all its unholy dirts and pebbles; the next, I’m singing VAL-DE-RI VAL-DE-RA and strapping on my gardening gloves. I’ve got my theories, but nothing’s provable. 1. Hunger: I’m reading over Foodgawker and the several hundred carefully selected foodin’ blogs in my RSS […]

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Sick day

The day after we got back from NZ, I felt the unmistakeable stirrings of a cold. The sore throat, stiff joints: nothing major, but very present and very emphatic. I thought I’d kicked it, after a week-long wrestle of reduced energy and tiredness, but on Monday it broke through and now I’m flattened. Addison’s Disease, […]

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Green green greeny green

The whole backyard is on a massive chlorophyll rush and taking me with it. It’s awesome. A few weeks ago, when I was on crutches and therefore in a non-gardening state, I planted a bajillion tomato seeds in tubs in the laundry. Now they’re big kids, sleeping in big kid pots! I had about 55 […]

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Sproots!

I am still Miss Limpy 2011. It’s more fun than when I was Miss Gympie 2001, but still not awesome. The worst part is when I forget about the crutches. I start getting ideas about what I’m going to do — mow the lawn or make some chai or teach a jazz ballet class — […]

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Planning

I’m on crutches and while it’s not awful, it’s not grilling my cheese either. Spring has arrived with the kind of hyperactive force normally displayed by puppies on crack (note: spoonfully.com does not advocate giving puppies crack. Crack is expensive and puppies can’t tell it from sherbet anyway.) and I can’t do the stuff in […]

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Turning times

Today I spent an hour up to my wrists in dirt and dandelions. I love dandelions. I hate digging the freaking things out of the vegetable garden. We planted the veggie garden yonks ago, and the seeds have sprouted, which means the weeds are becoming problematic. I didn’t mind them so much before — they’re […]

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Window tomatoes

Gardening, it turns out, happens everywhere, I’ve mentioned this before. I’m surprised to what extent it’s been happening in the kitchen, although perhaps I shouldn’t be: when it comes to gardening, I’m mostly interested in it as a means to supplying the kitchen. So the garden and the kitchen are closely connected in the ramshackle […]

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Favourite things – Epilogue

My first. Just when you thought life couldn’t be more cool, you discover that your garden bed is full of radishes, little and crunchy and fresh and ever-so-slightly peppery. I know I’ve mentioned this before, but this is so awesome; okay, so you buy vegetables at the markets, eat the eatable bits, and put the […]

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HOLY COW IT WORKED

Dudes! (Optimistic use of plural.) After weeks of digging up a lawn bed and turning soil and generally busting our arse muscles (not to mention alienating friends by suddenly having conversational interests confined entirely to compost and the gluteus maximus): M and I finally got our shit in one sock and planted a vegetable garden. […]

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Off-centre gardening

Gardens are where you make them. Or where they make themselves. Got me an Aerogarden in the laundry, keeping me in basil all year round: the trick is to stagger planting the seeds, so new plants are coming up as the old ones are fading away. Circle of life, man. Gardens grow where they can. […]

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