Melisa Peterson Lewis
“Mom got her peas in this weekend,” says my dad via text. Middle sister follows suit two days later declaring she got her peas done too. I look at my sad wet garden, brown and hibernating, and continue to ask the goddess of rain to chill out for a weekend so I can do a... Continue Reading →
I haven’t talked about my garden in a while, so here is an update. The squash bugs are my number one enemy at the moment. The thing about these borrowing jerks is that you don’t realize the damage they have caused until it’s too late. They borrow through the plant's core, down where it protrudes... Continue Reading →
Life and gardening are metaphoric to each other. In both life and gardening we make plans, rearrange plans, think about what has happened in the past, and try to prepare for the unknown and possible loss; we put our blood, sweat, and tears into creating something to be proud of. Defending it from intruders that... Continue Reading →
A glimmer of Spring. Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD; how appropriate) suffers can rejoice when Spring starts to poke through the haze of winter. Up to twenty percent of us have a mild case of SAD and it is more common in woman than men. With winter chilling us to the bone and sucking the moisture... Continue Reading →
My current garden space is 625 square feet. When I first designed the garden it seemed huge. That feeling didn't last long, so I had to come up with a plan. This will be my third year gardening here, the first year was a total failure, the second year I saw some improvement. Setting the... Continue Reading →
