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My harvest

Yesterday, walking through the Vineyard on an incredible autumn afternoon after brunch at García’s at 4th and Mountain, Joe asked how my square foot garden experiment had gone.  I said I’d have to call it a success.

Wouldn't you?

That’s only a relatively small part of it – just what I picked today. I’ve [...]

Outrage: Symbols of Peace Mug Emma for Food!

Okay, “mug” is probably not the right verb.  Actual mugging would be notably unwise, given Emma Dog’s size and disposition. Call it raconteur’s license (a concept I just made up, having no shame.)

(Crap!  Was that just a sonic boom?  A big blustery puffing boom just came from out back somewhere. Emma barked but doesn’t seem [...]