My Cat Loves My Hat

My cat is no help in the garden. He doesn't warn me when ants crawl up my pants. He doesn't know a weed from a seed. He sleeps while I sweat and sweat. He wants to play and I shoo him away before he attacks me with his claws and snaps his jaws. My cat doesn't love me. He loves my hat.

Cats and Love and Hate

I'm in a love/hate relationship with my cats. I love the way they follow me around outside, and watching them from the kitchen, eat and play around their cat house. I love the way they catch mice and other pests. But I hate the way they dig in my kitchen boxes, like my whole garden is... Continue Reading →

Not According to Plan

It's been almost a month since I wrote about working on a new garden bed, and the majority of that time it was raining. Mr. Mims bought new timber, and the plan was to make the frame for the new raised bed over the holidays so that the boys could fill it with compost and chicken... Continue Reading →

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