I always think of Pap this time of the year. He taught me pretty much everything I know about growing food and as I work in the garden I always wish I could call him to ask his opinion about something or share how good one thing or another is doing. The anniversary of his death is next Monday. I can’t hardly fathom that he’s been gone from this earth for five years. I always said I didn’t know how…
We’re still eating kale I planted last fall. It’s beginning to bolt though, so before long I’ll pull the rest…
In my latest video I share another peek at our wonderful life here in the mountains of NC. We’ve been…
I’ve always liked Johnny Cash’s song “Tennessee Flat Top Box,” but the version I’m most familiar with is the one…
The violets are blooming all over Wilson Holler. Although I know the little flowers can be invasive I can’t help…
Years ago I planted my front bank in thrift. Over the years some of the plants have died, but I…
Lots of folks believe in taking a spring tonic to jump start your body after a long winter of being…
My Granny Gazzie had horseshoes wrapped in aluminum foil above a few of her doorways. Seems like I remember at…
“As food writer James Villas has so aptly stated, none of the Southern culinary traditions are more sacred and respected…