When I was little I watched cartoons on Saturday mornings.
At one o’clock custody of the television passed to my mother, who watched Victory Garden, an American public television show that tours some of America’s greatest gardens.
I hated this show.
Now that I’m all growed up, I rather like it. A couple years ago I was watching Victory Garden when they interviewed a chef from Boston who used sunflowers like artichokes. I filed this idea in the deeper recesses of my brain until this summer, when I came into some sunflowers from Tipi Creek.
I pulled out the flower petals, then started cutting away the dark brown seed heads until I had something that looked sort of kind of … Continue reading.
Until recently the only bees I knew of were spelling bees, quilting bees, and honey bees. There was a time when there were many other types of bees. Canning bees, for instance.
There are chokecherries hanging in big bunches over almost every trail in the river valley right now. They are sweet, juicy, and extremely astringent. Pick ’em while you can.


