happy 14th business birthday 🎂to my first gal friend in seattle (thank you matty) @irenekuanwood - who has decorated my family and friends with jewels for over a decade.…
It’s that raggedy time in the garden. The space between summer and fall, and in some ways still (thanks to a changing climate), between winter and spring.…
I cannot recall who gifted me the deep garnet coloured rhubarb that sits on the edge of the rain garden. Its colour is magnificent, especially in the morning when low light settles briefly beneath the ground-level canopy of leaves.…
Understanding that the nutrient density of the food we eat is determined by the biological activity of the soil it is grown in, stays front of mind for me always.…
Hey all! please join me on Wednesday July 15th from 6-7:15pm for a FREE screening of Zach Galifianakis’s fabulous and characteristically entertaining new documentary series This Is a Gardening Show at the beautiful Gleneagles Clubhouse in West Vancouver.…
This spring, our peas are particularly sweet. Not just as a measurement of brix, but for the stories they tell and the memories they hold. Who doesn’t see a garden fairy in every tiny snow pea as it emerges from its fading blossom hat?…
There is no shortage of poisonous slug and snail killing powders and potions with which to trial and ultimately error. During this especially sluggish season it is more important than ever to experiment with non-toxic alternatives.…
My absolute favourite room in the house is the pantry. Re-purposed from a mudroom at the garage end and separated from the kitchen by a family room full of bookshelves holding thrifted vintage cookbooks collected over decades,…
Our little veggie dog Dave is getting on. 16 years this Christmas (112 in dog years). Arthritis keeps him out of the raised beds, so he can’t steal veggies anymore, but his smeller works just fine and he manages to sniff out every last wild strawberry.…
Early morning light: a rubber stall bucket meant for horse oats does double-duty as a sage blossom vase for bees and other pollinators. Common sage was taking too much real estate in the herb spiral, shading the lavender below,…
In a corner of the sideyard garden, just beside the gate, sits my dad’s half-century-old wheelbarrow. Time has deflated the wheel, rusted its body and weakened the wood.…