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Lost and Found Old Garden Rose

This time of year, my morning ritual usually includes several cups of coffee, the reliable warmth of Buddy (my bulldog) laying at or on...

It’s Been Awhile…

Quiet Days on the Farm I started writing my blog about ten years ago at the prodding of my former boss and current friend, Nicholas....

A Century Ago, My Farm Was for Sale

When My Farm Was for Sale... My farm house was built in 1888, when Washington was a territory and a year away from statehood. Just five...

Bachelor’s Jam: More About the Bachelor, Less About the Jam

Growing up in the South, I harbor many colorful recollections, though sometimes I fear my imagination may have muddied the archival waters and created my own...
Greenhouse grown beauties: dahlias, zinnias, and giant marigolds

My Greenhouse as Concert Hall

Not much to report on the farm this morning. The fall breeze is wending its way through every leaf and fern frond. Buddy paces...
basket of peaches

Tall Clover Farm Photos du Jour

I am basically a crow with a camera. My photography isn't planned or staged, unless it's instructional or to provide an example, but for...
nectarine jam simmering

Nectarine Apricot Ginger Jam: Spicing Things Up!

Tommy's jam kitchen is a jammin' this summer, and with a fresh box of Washington State stone fruit beaming before me (courtesy of my...

Sweet Cherry Pickles: Flavorful Tickles

  I must confess, I get a very big kick out of an official moniker bestowed  upon me each year, or at least for as...

Ordering Bareroot Trees: What to Expect

Mail-Order Trees: Who Would Have Thunk? Ordering bareroot trees is to Tom as ordering books is to Oprah. I love trees, especially unusual fruit trees, sometimes forgotten...

Making Sense of 60

I remember the day my second grade teacher (and my not-so-secret crush) Miss Hilliard introduced the class to a real-life story problem. Her beguiling southern lilt...