Author: goddessofgumbo

Singing the “I-can’t-make-my-farm-pay” blues

This is kind of what my farm fantasy would look like, if I owned land in NoCal--lots of flowers and space for events like weddings or dinners. How about yours?

I had a great idea for a blog post, but it got hijacked by Salon, which published an article on Monday that has kept me ruminating and obsessing for days: Jaclyn Moyer’s “What Nobody Told Me About Small Farming: I Can’t Make…

Winter Fever

Basil seeds soaking--the first sign of spring in the Hamilton-McVicker household.

Spring fever … has come a little early this year. Of course, now that we’ve moved a frost zone further South, winter was a bit long in coming, too. So long that I was tempted to stretch the season by…

Christmas Cabbages

Just about ready for harvest.

Christmas in Carolina means walking out into the vegetable patch after four days of mist and rain and returning fifteen minutes later with a fresh salad of mixed lettuces, radishes, and arugula for lunch. Look how yum… … and that wasn’t…

Close encounters with cabbage worms

The drama unfolding outside my back door...

Somewhere “inside the Beltway” people are bleating and waving banners about an epidemic that isn’t. And Very Serious and Sensible people are blathering about an election that won’t be held for a month but whose results they predicted sometime last…