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This is getting ridiculous

We had plums by the barrow-load; we had apples in abundance; now what? I was tooling about in the front veggie bed, which is a generous euphemism for the tract of moderately weedy dirt out there, pretending not to notice the neighbours’ very timid greyhound tiptoeing around behind me and sniffing my footprints (trust is […]

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Holy crapples

My world continues to provide! It’s awesome. I am drawn, against my will, but inevitably towards the conclusion that I am some sort of fertility goddessling to my garden. I walk amongst it, and it lowers branches laden with glory towards my tender fingertips. Shit yeah. I ate the last of our plums this week. […]

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The next generation

My pursuit of delicious awesomeness, coupled with my determination to singlehandedly bring down Big Vegetable through growing my own vegetables, has lead me to the next obvious phase of gardening. Harvesting seeds. Not only do I cackle with triumph over being able to grow vegetables and thereby deprive supermarkets of my many dollars, I cast […]

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Further proof of theorem: homegrown = awesome

Look, I’m not going to lie to you. This is a post about a tomato. Just one. (Well, from there I extrapolate, but seriously, I’m only featuring one here.) If you are not the kind of person to nod thoughtfully about some comments on and photos of a homegrown tomato from a first-timer, then this […]

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I bet I can do that

I bet I can do that. It’s a mantra I learned from my Mumini. Don’t misunderstand: it’s not like she wandered the house, murmuring it over and over like some sort of Lady Macbeth of self-sufficiency. That would be weird, although it would make juicy fuel for a memoir. But if something was wanted in […]

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As if you needed one more reason

Okay, so I mentioned the seditious excitement of growing your own vegetables, especially potatoes, in a recent post. On the fence? Not sure I’m right? Dudes, I’m right. Even if you haven’t got the slightest intention of planting spuds as a way of fighting back against our cultural norms on matters relating to nutrition as a […]

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The things you learn (also shouting)

(1) Compost is far more interesting than I ever thought it would be. That stuff blows my mind. One minute it’s all tea bags and coffee grounds and onion peels, the next week BAM: loam crawling with earthworms. I don’t have to do a damn thing except keep it fed and watered, and it turns […]

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Green II: Sprouty Sprouty Sprout Pants

I’m not sure how it happened, but I turned my back for a weekend and the shrubby green moat around my house went insane in my absence. Green makes me happy, even happier than brown. There is green, lots of green, where there used to be nothing but dirt over a buried potato: Like the […]

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Spudzapoppin’

Some days I struggle with perspective, and so I’m not 100% certain that the following is exciting to anybody in the whole world but me. This sense of doubt lead me to wonder if I should bother mentioning it at all — but then I thought, hey, it’s my blog! If it’s exciting to me, […]

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