This is not the zombie apocalypse. Or is it? Seriously though. How could this be happening? I just took a big exhale posing that question. In fact, it feels like I’ve been holding my breath for weeks now. I find myself asking, “What day is it again?” at least once every morning. I don’t know…
Garden to table
The beginnings of our new herb and vegetable garden. We set up a planter box along the back fence and it gets direct sunlight from early morning until around midday then dappled sunlight as the sun falls. We found some good dark soil, planted seedlings spaced in triangles and now a month later – thanks to some…