So you want to grow veggies! Awesome! Super! Fantastic!
Now what? Where do we start?
First things first. Let’s pick a spot.
veggie bootcamp : choosing a garden location
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plastic pot alternatives : soil blocks
The second plastic pot alternative is one we’ve been coveting for sometime. If you read any Eliot Coleman, you’ll have heard of the marvellous soil blockers.
If you haven’t read any Eliot Coleman, put away this blog and go to the library RIGHT NOW! Seriously. Go.
To me, this is just genius.
No plastic. No paper. No pots at all!
is urban farming really farming?
Quite some time ago I got a comment on my blog praising my encouragement of gardening, but admonishing me that I really knew nothing about modern farming.
The tone towards gardening echoed the way my old law coworkers talked about domestic arts. Clearly not as important. “Farming” was not what I was doing.
I’ve been thinking about it lately, as the urban farming movement takes off like gangbusters. Are we really farming? Are we farmers? Or just gardeners with illusions of grandeur?
What qualities divide the backyard garden from an urban farm?
happiness is : giant cabbages & mini-gardeners
This September I was honoured to be one of two judges for the Frog Hollow Neighbourhood House’s fourth annual Harvest Festival vegetable contest at Clinton Park in East Vancouver.
Frog Hollow is a volunteer driven organization that provides family and community services to people in my neighbourhood in East Van.
The day was full of watermellon-covered smiling faces, gorgeous veggies and the joyful sounds of the infamous Carnival Band. The children enjoyed a dance and impromptu parade around the park while playing tambourines and drums.
the push-back against “urban” farming
I burst out laughing when I saw this headline on Twitter:
Are urban chickens a gateway drug for urban cows and pigs?
Of course, I had to click through to the article on treehugger.com.
And when I did I laughed even harder.
The article is about my hubby’s hometown of Campbellford, Ontario.
You probably don’t know where that is.
It’s ok.
Before I met Jeff, neither did I.
