Ralph Sherman’s strawberries are done for the year. All his plants are June-bearing, they fruit once a year for two weeks or so.

I come from a long line of women who preserved food.

I have no one to blame but myself. I spent Monday’s holiday making sense of my own yard.

Fluke is plentiful and very worthy of a place on summer tables. It is a delicious white meat fish.

I heard on the radio that a mere 3/10 of an inch of rain fell the entire month of June. I feel totally aware of that fact.

Here we are days away from Independence Day. Life flies by, especially as one ages.