After spending last winter playing endless games of hide-and-seek with our jerry cans and propane canisters and other necessities, games we only won after a fair amount of wrestling snow and battling giant icicles, The Native did a wondrous thing this autumn and built an exterior shelf the length of …
Does this photo look familiar? Maybe not, given my utter lack of skills with that hipster camera application with which everyone else in the world seems so immediately adept. You’ll have to trust that these are the same receptacles as The Containers Which Allow Us Not to Die of Thirst …
By stroke of luck, this blogh performs very well in search engines for the phrase: nasty things to do with a pickle. I’m not sure why, but no publicity is bad publicity, and we all live like animals in one way or another. And so, to fully take advantage of …
That’s a lot of hose. The other day we needed a fresh tomato for the first time since being plied with our own all summer. We didn’t need it for anything particularly tomato-infused: we were making burritos, for which the barest excuse for a tomato ought to do. So we …
Suffice it to say that I’m not the world’s best singing-to-plants and happily weeding-all-day sort of gardener. But I wanted to grow my own food, and boy, did I ever. As such, I’ve just experienced an honest-to-the-invisible-beasts-in-the-sky Harvest. I’ve spent the past two weeks making salsa and sauces and oh …
This is a Patty Pan squash. There are millions of them, or will be upon our return to Cooter Hollow after a brief escape to other secluded lands. I have no idea what to do with these things. I am, by most accounts, a responsible neophyte, as far as the …
Or: how to keep your garden from dying of thirst when your nearest water source is a leechy pond 500m away through the woods and down a hill. Cooter Hollow is host, more or less*, to two vegetable gardens this summer (* more on the second garden in a while). …
