Our Topsy Turvy Tomato Experiment

Kyle and I are both originally from Vermont. I think this means that we are supposed to have green thumbs. My theory comes from the fact that when I was in college just about every person that learned I was from Vermont asked “Did you grow up on a farm?” To set the record straight, neither Kyle nor I grew up on a farm. Perhaps as a tribute to our “heritage,” each year we try

Knox Parks Foundation Plant Sale- May 29-30

We’re entering into the perfect time to be working on your gardens and the perfect time to support a great organization! The Knox Parks Foundation will be hosting its annual plant sale next Friday and Saturday at 75 Laurel Street in Hartford. Stop by between 9:00am-6:00pm on Friday, May 29 or 9:00am-2:00pm on Saturday, May 30 to purchase annual, perennial, herb, and vegetable plants for your gardens. Knox Parks works in partnership with residents, businesses

Our Tree Dilemma

Kyle and I live on a small piece of property. 0.16 acres to be exact (according to the City of Hartford). On the 0.16 acres we have our house, a small driveway, a shed, some gardens and shrubs, a weeping cherry tree, a medium-sized maple tree, and 4 very large maple trees. We’ve got a lot going on for our tiny plot. I must admit, we have a love/hate relationship with our 4 very large

Downtown Living – A Feathered Family

Earlier this week my aunt told me about a new type of family living in downtown Hartford – a family of peregrine falcons nesting on the Travelers Tower. (Thanks, Billie!) Check out the Peregrine Watch at Travelers Tower website for more information about our feathered neighbors. The current pair has been nesting on the tower since 1997, becoming established residents. There are two “FalCams” pointed at the nest and a lot of interesting history and

Missing the Bus

I could hear the bus braking from down the street, with its distinctive whoosh. It was approaching the stop sign, just across the intersection from the bus stop, and I was still over half a block away. Adrenaline surged in preparation for a mad dash to the corner – or at least close enough to the corner to be able to catch the driver’s eye. It was an instinctive reaction, but no longer necessary. I