A Greener Biener

Some of you may have gotten wind of the fact that I’ve got a hankering to be rolling around on the farm with a rugged cowboy.  It’s a beautiful fantasy.  Freshly harvested vegetables pose in a photogenic basket. The scent of fresh hay crushed beneath my back. The vivid blue of the sky peaking through [...]

Oops, that’s not my birthday baby.  Here she is. Lest there be any confusion, her name is Acadia, not Lorax.  But boy oh boy does she speak for the trees.  If by speaking for the trees you mean throwing down on the lawn and kicking and screaming in protest of a few defenseless branches. Sweet [...]

There was an old vibrantly stunning woman, Who lived in a shoe the suburbs, She had so many children melons, She didn’t know what to do wanted to hurl them off the roof for a satisfying splat. Watermelon has never been my favorite fruit. It’s ok.  It’s fine in a fruit salad if someone else [...]

I realize that the following admission might call into question my rightful ownership of the domain Greener Biener (it IS pronounced bean-er,) as indeed it is true that no green beans were consumed by me in the making of this site.  Green M+Ms? For sure.  Green Beans? No thank you. I was not a kid [...]

The same deluge that’s been teasing out the ragweed and the thistles in miserable numbers has been working wonders on our garden.  Instead of popping out with one of two nuggets of goodness, vines are bursting forth in clusters of fruitfulness.  I should be pleased. I should be grateful.  But I’m sulking. Sure, the tomatoes [...]

I am. I’m in love.  It’s ok, my husband knows and while he doesn’t exactly seem thrilled, he is resigned to the fact.  It’s love, come on, what’s he going to do?  Well, maybe love isn’t exactly right.  It’s more like an obsession.  Nah, that makes me sound like a cowboy-crazed stalker. (Note, this is [...]