Les restes: Waste not, want not

Book of the day: The Very Hungry Caterpillar, by Eric Carle.   This year, as part of an ongoing attempt to be greener and more ecologically conscious, I resolve to reduce further the amount of food waste produced by my family. Shortly after we moved in to our home, five years ago, we adopted a lovely big compost bin (and, naturally, one of those adorable vintage-looking food … Continue reading Les restes: Waste not, want not

Ça pousse, avril: So much work, so little time

A very belated happy May Day and bonne Fête du Travail to all! I had intended to resume writing last week, once I had finally caught up with life after the inevitable chaos of a two week Vacances de Printemps. France and the builders, however, had other plans. Whereas French workers are celebrated with a bank holiday on May 1st (not so in Geneva, where … Continue reading Ça pousse, avril: So much work, so little time

Ça pousse, mars: refusing to dig in the glom of nit

Book of the day: Going Postal, by Terry Pratchett. “NEITHER RAIN NOR SNOW NOR GLO M OF NI T CAN STAY THESE MES ENGERS ABO T THEIR DUTY” DON’T ARSK me about: rocks, fog. I should dearly like to know more about Mrs. Cake. March really has been a baptism by weather in the garden. Now that Spring is upon us I have temporarily left my … Continue reading Ça pousse, mars: refusing to dig in the glom of nit

Ça pousse, février: alas, poor Pomegranate…

Coucou mes amis! Welcome to the second installment of my attempts not to kill plants after prolonged periods of torture and abuse. Despite my best intentions all hopes of a strong beginning were dashed after a willfully disobedient avocado youth decided to start withering on me only a few days after my decision to ‘turn over a new leaf’ (ha!). I had hoped to have … Continue reading Ça pousse, février: alas, poor Pomegranate…

Ça pousse – janvier: Crimes against horticulture

Book of the day: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I confess I am a monster. My inner Hyde has overpowered my outer Jekyll and I am, at last, awake to extent of my addiction. I am a pathological killer of plants. Despite beginning with honourable (and strictly scientific) intentions, my attempts at nurturing are always thwarted, and, after a perfectly acceptable … Continue reading Ça pousse – janvier: Crimes against horticulture