Author name: maggiore1193

This is where I turn off the honey and step onto the soapbox. I may sound and feel like vinegar, but it is a reality here in Farm Country: how to survive drought. Very few places where agriculture is the main commerce escape it. The area we left (Virginia Beach) for Scottsville was 2-4 feet

This year (Back in 2007, Ed.) Michael and the girls asked me what I wanted for Mother’s Day. Since we’d fenced the front garden in, I could no longer see the big pond. If you read my post on Drought, you’ll know it had been pretty low anyhow. I wanted a smaller, more aesthetically pleasing

I had no plan to be farming flowers in Virginia early in 2007. However, on a gorgeous day last Fall, my youngest daughter and I took a trip an hour south to Farmville. This was for an open house at a large, diversified farm. There were pastured chickens, a petting zoo, spinning and weaving demos,

The first natural medicine I recall growing and using probably was the Aloe Vera plant. While my mom grew all manner of succulents to surround our patio in Norfolk, Virginia, once we moved North, the only plant succulent we grew was the aloe. It didn’t live outside in Michigan…it lived on the top of the refrigerator. I never

What IS ‘gleaning’, anyway?! Cover of a Va Beach Master Gardener newsletter, art by Ajah Courts, c.1997. Somewhere in the Bible (Deuteronomy 24:19-21, Leviticus 19) and other ancient histories, there are references to the act of gleaning. For definition sake, gleaning is basically taking leftovers in a field or garden after its initial harvest. Someone

Everywhere across the world when dusk begins to cast shadows, the unprepared parents and caretakers all begin to ask: What’s for supper?” The joy resides in vegetable soup…straight from your garden. I detest the word ‘supper’. It conjures an underwhelming meal. For some reason, it also brings to mind smacking lips and hungry families, hunched

A bit about sheet mulching…I am about as addicted to it as you can be, for something you don’t do all the time. I wait patiently for the materials, but as soon as they end up at our house, I am already thinking about the good soil they will one day turn into. I love to

There are no longer horses at our place here in Scottsville, a farm we’ve come to call “Horseshoe Hill.” Our barn did use to be home to several, though. In ode to them, our town’s location at the horseshoe bend of the James River, and the good luck we had finding such a home in the

I profess to have dreams of walking out my back door in the morning, strolling along a merry path just feet from our home, and picking strawberries, cherries, and raspberries. Or, if its later in the season, there are peaches, blackberries, and blueberries. Later, there are cantaloupe, apples, and pears. Obviously- I need an orchard.