The Lazy Composter

It’s the longest day of the year, and, uncharacteristically HOT for San Francisco. I wake up, and go into the garden, because I must, or all that riotous growth will die without some attention. I feel like I’m going through the motions, still riding the waves of grief, but it’s comforting to prop up a sunflower or harvest some zucchini, the garden has been forgiving in my absence.  continue reading »

I write this post with a heavy heart. My mom passed away on Memorial Day. R.I.P. Kay Bardsley, 1921-2011. She was a pioneer and inspiration to women everywhere. I am dedicating this post to her courage and fighting spirit. She died as she lived, with strength and grace.  continue reading »