Ginnine Josete

I woke up this morning to the first real heavy frost. It was a reminder that we're entering the season of hibernation. While it's not officially winter, it's got that feeling that gets us close enough to it that we can start to appreciate the coming change. The garden is nothing but a pile of dirt with hidden potential waiting for the warmth of summer, far in the distance. The insects, worms and other creepy crawlies have dug deep or found somewhere warm to sleep the cold

It's definitely fall, a season by any other name would not be this cold almost overnight. If I put it into true perspective this has been a bit slower than that but there's no denying that only a few weeks ago I was still wearing sun dresses and sandals and today I needed to wear a jacket to take a trip to a local bakery. I had the most delicious Boston cream filled vanilla cupcake I have ever had in my life and it was gluten free, not because I hate gluten. I LOVE gluten

The sun was barely up and my hair was still tangled up in a mass of curls on top of my head where I slung it last night before going to sleep. It was cool outside, enough to need long pants and a sweater. The temperature made me happy because it meant I could wear my rubber boots, a transition I look forward to every year. They gave a gentle squish as I walked into the dirt of the garden, pulling the gate closed behind me to keep out the local rabbits. The scents that gre

Gardening is an occupation filled with peace, hope and joy. I have always loved plants. I remember being a teenager and finding escape in an overgrown field where I could fall back into the grasses that were taller than I was and take in a world so full of peace and life it was unrecognizable from anything I was experiencing in the human world. I remember blowing the seeds from dandelions and watching in wonder as they floated to new destinations to set down roots in all t

I had a great conversation with some girlfriends a couple of weeks ago about what a weed is. My friend said that a weed is defined as a plant growing where you don't want it to grow. My second friend then replied that she had a tomato plant that had seeded itself and so that would be considered a weed by that definition. She was right. I was out in my garden weeding the carrots and I found three beautiful snapdragon flowers in full bloom buried under the mat of bindweed.