Me Oh My Oh, No Potato?

We were so excited to harvest potatoes from our first season of stacked growing. The leaves started out growing like gang-busters. Every few weeks I’d have to trot next door for more tires from the auto mechanic. We thought we’d be set for winter (well, for a short Vancouver one!), but the taters were a no-show until…

Chard makes my spirit level

Today’s happiness is the kind that feels like floating. Internally my spirit is level. There’s a little buoy inside me, bobbing about on a sea of incidents. Sometimes it’s pummelled by waves of children who hate my parenting, or knocked up against the rocks of an empty bank account, or just squeezed into a shrinking air…