Mold, crown rot, and tangles of Bermuda grass was the unwelcome sight I beheld as I got back from a long trip and opened the eight bags of irises dug by a friend’s neighbor. She didn’t want them anymore, but neither did my friend.
It was not the best timing. We were leaving town within hours, but of course I couldn’t bear to let them go in the trash. I suspected that the lack of proper preparation and handling would doom many of the roots to that fate, anyway. My fears were confirmed upon our return. It was a mess! Continue reading “Cleaning up our acts”
One seasonal task that my daughter and I enjoy doing near the end of summer is making our trademark herb vinegars.
There are important things to consider when working with fresh herbs. You don’t want to bruise the leaves while putting them into the jars. We always try for the best, most artistic composition of the herbs as we carefully place them down through the narrow bottle neck into the glass bottles. Continue reading “Dirty and dirtier”
Everybody loves the Jesus of the wedding in Cana. The story has all the elements of a warm fuzzy, the ancient equivalent of Chicken Soup for the Soul. But the very next story is a slap in the face, after the tingling feeling of the wedding. Continue reading The Whipping Jesus