Help! I have a problem. It's an addiction, really. I can't stop buying plants. And so, because I have to have a place to put said pl...

Yes, you read that right. Making cheese. Not making a grilled ham and cheese or macaroni and cheese. But actually making cheese. I've be...

Have you noticed I'm in a pie-making mode lately? After trying to pies I'd never made before— strawberry rhubarb and buttermilk —I ...

Look! I had to share this with you. It's the lovely flowers on my crazy cucumber plant. And, while we're at it, how about the first ...

... at the fact that Butter has taken to peeing on a John McCain sign in one of the yards they pass on their daily walks. Attaboy, Butter. I...

No, I'm not saying I drank an entire bottle of wine in one sitting or anything of the sort. (Although it will be gone soon.) Rather, I s...

C'mon, Julie. It's Friday afternoon. Why are you still working? We're supposed to be outside playing right now. Don't try to...

As a little girl, I rode horses. We even had a few horses of our own over the years—Rose, the sweet mare who spent her fair share of time in...

Rest assured, when you live in a relatively small town like ours, interesting happenings and sights are bound to crop up from time to time. ...

Can't say I'd ever have thought to make buttermilk pie, but Conservative Dad requested it for Father's Day. And, well, you just ...

When I went to write a new blog post last night, I could help but click the featured link on the Blogger home page: Gardening While Intoxica...

Between the time when I graduated from college and when moved to L-Town, I lived alone, which means that quite often I dined alone. There wa...

I just wrote a post for The Home Know-It-All about how much I love container gardening, so I figured it was a good time to revisit how thin...

I've been MIA for the past couple of days because we're on vacation in Georgia with my parents and aunt and uncle. Plus, Conservativ...

Whether you're like me and you're faced daily with trying to talk to climate change skeptics (yes, I live with one) or you're a ...