I love going to Master Gardener meetings--once i actually get myself there. The idea of trundling out to someone's garden in the hills f...

This year my onions are all the size of baseballs. No weenie onions. Not one. Of course, i expect the Walla Walla (Vidalia) onions to be tha...

It happens every August and September: harvest season collides with vacation season. Cherry tomatoes are dripping off the vine, and i leave ...

Yesterday i sat a day-long retreat with a teacher i've been studying with for 10 years. The gray day soon turned into sprinkling rain--a...

A Dharma Friend is coming this morning to cut flowers for her daughter's wedding. My flower garden might look bare tomorrow. Or i might ...

Crickets are chirping--in my sweetie's car, in my Hospice client's living room, and in the bathroom at the meditation hall. (That on...