As a child, I often wandered around the 3-story brownstone mansion (so it seemed to me) of my grandparents. Memory renders it a mythical place, set at the end of a winding road at the top of a hill, with rough flagstone
I don’t know about you, but events of the past couple months haven’t put me in any less of a prepping mood than when the COVID-19 panic began almost a year ago.
Since I’ve started gardening again, I was reminded of something David Good and another gardener friend said of me. They said I am a study in how to do things in the
I’m not panic buying, but I have to admit I’m panic gardening a little. 50 broccoli seedlings, a bunch of mixed greens, 50 Ethiopian kale seedlings, (actually a mild mustard green), a
“A country’s assets reside in the tinkerers, the hobbyists, and the risk-takers.” — Nassim Taleb Like any American man of reasonable intelligence, I find a lot to love about the South, especially
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