Laura Ingalls Wilder once asked: “Did you ever think how a bit of land shows the character of the owner?”

It’s a question I prefer to ignore.

What does my desiccated, desecrated garden say about me? Perhaps it says Matt and I moved to Colorado in June, unpacked our entire lives and built a garden in a week, spent all day every day in Montessori training through June, July, and August, moved into and organized our classrooms, and started our first year of teaching in a Montessori classroom.

Excuses, excuses. At least my quasi-valiant attempt inspired one person to start a garden. And she actually followed-through on her attempt. That … Read More

After many batches of guacamole, too many toothpicks, and an abundance of stained plastic cups, Matt and I have succeeded in hatching our very own avocado plant. Maybe I shouldn’t speak too soon. I don’t want to jinx it.

It’s pushing through the ground. Yes, Matt did prematurely dig it up a little, but now it is legitimately sprouting on its own. Hooray!

[I’m ignoring the fact that avocados don’t grow well in Colorado]

Get your mind out of the manure. That’s P for Plant. My colleague, Sara Hill, brought me freshly picked vegetables from her garden today. Three tomatoes and a yellow squash. Why didn’t Mel (of All New Square Foot Gardening Fame) mention that gardens grow very slowly?

Impatiently yours,

s.