Every time I start getting depressed about the awful state of our environment, and the total jackass stupidity that contributes to it, something wonderful happens to me. It’s true. Yesterday I wandered into Revel for a coffee. Often when I go into coffee shops I start nagging the cashier about whether they use plastic straws…
There is nothing more fun than taking kids out to learn where their food comes from. Especially when you get to feed them at the same time. So when maple sugar time rolled around again this year, I grabbed a couple of short folk and made my way to St. Marys, where McCully’s Hill Farm…
I have always wondered why the almond farmers don’t just raise bees within their groves. That would save time and trouble in transportation, and minimize the risk of infection to the hives. And you get honey.
A little while ago I wrote a post about Red Rose Tea. I was suspicious of the fact that their tea bags don’t degrade in my compost, and I e-mailed them about it. Well, the good news is that they wrote me back. Here’s what they said: Thank you for contacting…
You’re always welcome at The Local. I can walk in there looking like a bag of dirt, and someone will smile at me and say hi. And they don’t know me. It’s just a friendly place.
I got the seeds at the “Seedy Sunday” event at The Local CFC way back in February. I also got some nice heritage slicing tomatoes, but the cherry tomatoes were the big winner. They really produced well, too, and for some reason, squirrels don’t get at the cherry tomatoes as much as they do the larger ones.
I turned my compost today, and there, right at the bottom, just as I suspected, is a massive clump of Red Rose tea bags. Again. Everything else has rotted away, but these things will survive me.
