Tucked up against the mud room, propped up on milk crates, two black-painted boxes hold a variety of cut-and-come-again lettuce and garlic. The taste of this lettuce is amazing compared to the mixed greens we usually buy at the supermarket.
Tucked up against the mud room, propped up on milk crates, two black-painted boxes hold a variety of cut-and-come-again lettuce and garlic. The taste of this lettuce is amazing compared to the mixed greens we usually buy at the supermarket.
... an Anglo-Canadian supporter of Idle No More, a diagnosed mad-womyn, resident of the prettiest little town in Southern Ontario, a trained anti-oppressive, feminist, a mom of 3 delightful rebels, a pan-spiritual mysticist, a life partner to a loving & popular bartender, an anarchist, a person blessed with fantastic friends, a mixed media artisan, a formerly homeless "welfare mother," a collapsitarian "doomer," a herder of 2 crazy cats & one teenage momma cat with 4 wee kittens, a permaculture-ing gardener, a long-winded, passionate, fatally-flawed & wise, facially-tattooed crone-in-the-making.