We’re back in Brooklyn after a few days away. Before we left I filled glass bottles with water and jammed them upside down into the freshly saturated soil of my rooftop pots. My hope…
There’s an old phone jack for a landline telephone on the wall of our dining room. It’s a few inches from the doorframe that goes into our kitchen and I have every confidence that…
Neighbors of ours lent us the key to their back garden. Four flights down and half a block over, I make our way down a corridor, across their spotless kitchen, and out the screen…
We’ve had a cardboard banker’s box full of compost underneath our couch for the past month. A few times a day, or any time we add fresh scraps, we turn the rich dark brown…
This weekend I harvested the shoots from the microgreens that I planted three weeks ago; tiny seeds sown in a windowsill garden when George Floyd could still breathe. I was more patient with these…
I was too quick to dismiss the ubiquitous kitchen scrap gardens I’ve seen growing. With some amount of sheepishness, I admit that being urged to grow fresh celery from a spent bunch by every…
Things have gotten a little rough and wild in this windowsill garden. The sprouts have gotten taller (and floppier). And we’ve had more confirmed casualties. RIP purple basil. There are still two last intrepid…
Forgive me my public garden journal, but here’s an update for anyone interested in how the growing’s going in my very tiny garden plot. Good news first: We have sprouts. Lots of them. On…
Our microgreens experiment has only just begun. Freshly sown on their windowsill home, I don’t have anything in the way of sexy shoots to show you. My experience with growing these shoots at home…
Growing up, I’d light luminaria with my Uncle Ralph on Christmas Eve. He’d have filled the bottoms of white paper bags with beach sand and lined them up along the edge of his street.…