Have you heard of a potager garden before? The term comes from the French word "potage", which basically means "soup pot". As such, a potager garden features ingredients to toss into soup or stew. Clever, isn't it?
Why am I blathering about all of this? Quite frankly, to reassure those of you who are struggling with your growing endeavours that even seasoned gardening veterans get frustrated and need to shift direction now and then.
By Siv Volden, Anita Rubino, John Martin, Pamela Capriotti Martin One of the greatest benefits of Facebook to our family has been connecting with family members, particularly overseas. Daughter Maille connected easily with her cousin Siv in Vinstra, Norway and her cousin, Anita in Naples, Italy about their family traditions in their homes and countries. … Continue reading Around the Table, Around the World
by MK Martin I'm going to mention the Grinch again, because it really is a story that laid the path for my life. I used to wish he would come and steal Christmas where I was, and everywhere, so we would all have to go outside and hold hands and sing. He never did, though … Continue reading What To Give
by C.E. Young I come from a family of makers, which isn’t surprising. I grew up poor. When you’re poor, making things is what you do. Year-round, if we couldn’t buy it we made it, but wintertime always had extra weight to it, likely because need is heightened. There were 6 kids in the family, … Continue reading The Odds and Ends
by Pamela Capriotti Martin Simple pleasures. Family, friends, graciousness; sharing and caring for others. The Danish word “hygge” has become part of our vocabulary recently, and this year, it was pretty much the guide I used as I bought my Christmas gifts. It isn’t about the expense. It isn’t about technology or hype. It’s about … Continue reading Have Yourself a Hygge Little Christmas
by Pamela Capriotti Martin I grew up in a neighborhood with lots of young families in 25 houses with 68 kids. While my mother was the only one who had a full-time out of home job, the others served as afternoon surrogates with cookies, brownies, and treats galore. Every Christmas we would bake 24 dozen … Continue reading Sugar and Spice
by MK Martin December: the sleepiest of months. When the sun goes down before tea time, and the garden is full of hungry little mouths, looking for what's leftover. blackest night, coldest dawn, sharpest wind, time moves on. Often, this month arrives with anxiety for me. I have never been very good at celebrations, often … Continue reading Creative’s Calling. Will you Answer?