Charlene

Tomatoes are for Sharing

The summer table was never complete at our house without a plate of sliced tomatoes and a small bowl of

April 4, 2016 Charlene 0 Comments

As Autumn began that first year of our garden, life had taken on a frenetic pace. Our girls were both

My wonder for all things in nature was really fostered by my Grandparents. I spent many weekends with them as

That first summer was idealic. When I close my eyes, I can see my beautiful girls playing in the garden.

There were simple rules at my Grandparents’ house, rules you knew you must abide while visiting. I don’t remember learning

Spring: For everything you do in life, there is that first time. It doesn’t matter what endeavor you undertake, there

“Watch out for the hole!” I was always told as I was running for the back yard. The perfect place

Nestled on a 1/4 acre in Central New Jersey is where we begin our self reliance experiment. Right on Main

My first memories of the garden are at my Grandparent’s house. My Grandpa John never missed a growing season. His