With no car, but a busy urban homestead, we find a way to get more efficiency out of our bicycle.
When our neighbor heard of the Night of the Marauding Raccoons, she offered us one of her chickens as they’d bought too many in the spring, when the chicks are irresistible and tiny. Beatrice is a Buff Brahma, a large breed known for being gentle, good egg-layers with distinctive feathers on their feet.
The knobby, bumpy quince is the last of the fruit to be harvested and a sure sign that Autumn has arrived.
In my very first year in Seattle, I lived on apples foraged from the Burke-Gilman. Now almost twenty years on, I am foraging rose hips from the bicycle paths to make an old-fashioned jelly.
In canning, like life, there are many ways to do a right thing that will get you to similar outcome. If you ever invite yourself over to make some jam, I hope you leave my kitchen with a few pretty jars and a big boost of kitchen confidence.
Why even bother growing a garden? There is plenty to eat in the parking strips, in the empty lots, and alleys. You just need to know what to look for.
Our urban chickens don’t have production quotas, but they do have a watchful mother in Victor. We’re learning plenty of new things as we try to manage a flock of egg-laying birds.
Our rabbit hutch, with its strawberry patch as a green roof, is on the news stands of Tennessee!
Making pickles isn’t that difficult, but they elicit a bit of wonder when I bring out a jar for what usually seems an impromptu post-adventure meal with our pals. I wouldn’t claim my pickles as extra-ordinary, but they are forethought and everyone knows they come in limited quantities…
Plenty of urban fruit goes to waste. Volunteers in our neighborhood distributed to people in need.
