Pint Sized Gardening.

I was asked a few days back for ideas around children’s gardens and gardening with children. Do reserve a space for “their” garden, do they help with small parts of the whole shebang, or do they have specific tasks? time to pull

My children helped with the whole thing. they helped start the seeds, they helped plant; well until they got tired. or hot, or thirsty, or hungry, or a butterfly fluttered past. You get the way things worked, right?

downMy eldest daughter adored sunflowers, many were planted at our home and in her Poppa’s garden. She could not wait to pose for a picture with the humongous flowers towering over her diminutive, but oh so coordinated person. She was all of about 26 pounds upon entering kindergarten. Tiny but make no mistake – there is not a person or thing she was afraid of and she had a patented mad-walk to prove it.I think she could have registered that, holeh.

Justin loved the berries, luckily they grew wild, I could never have planted enough for him. WHen we went pay per pound berry picking at a nearby field, I always thought they should weigh him as he entered and disregard the basket he carried. The blue smile and belly clutching upon exiting was a tell tale sign.

garden carrots Jenn’s favorite was carrots, and we rarely had a carrot grow to maturity, she checked them so often to see if they were ready for her soup creations. These soups [and keep in mind at this point in time she was 4 – 5 years of age], contained any number of things, though not very much of anything, an underdeveloped string bean, a carrot the size of a pen cap, a few peas, some water, and maybe some lettuce. I always was granted a taste. You can only imagine the look of guarded enthusiasm as I partook of this culinary delight.

I think my point here is ,isn’t every garden a child’s garden if we let it be. If we let go of the controls for a bit, let them dig in, as little or as much as they wish. No your rows won’t be as straight, your harvest may not be the envy of the neighborhood; heck you may have tomatoes in your squash! Sometimes I stressed more than now I think prudent..with age comes wisdom so they say. I will be planting many raised beds her at the PIcasso’s , and I am yearning for those eager little hands to help. Childhood passes so quickly,but, I don’t wanna grow up!

We did have some child-like structures in our gardens over the years, like sunflower forts, pole bean tee-pees, and plants to attract butterflies, there was one year this was particularly important. 097
Fairy gardens would be fun for little ones to create, I think. Or brightly painted tires, filled with salad or salsa fix ins; easy to weed and fun to do!


I am eager to start spring specials, put the soup pots up to rest; fill our plates with spring’s fresh bright culinary delights. Peas anyone?

Asparagus. Asparagus? Yes, Asparagus.

An aphrodisiac. Yeah, you heard me; Nicholas Culpepper, a 17th century herbalist, wrote that asparagus “stirs up lust in man and woman.”
In 19th century France, bridegrooms were served 3 courses of asparagus at their prenuptial dinners (not absolutely necessary, I hope, but asparagus lore nonetheless) to, well, you get the picture.


Can you tell I’m in the mood ~ for Spring!

What is spring without asparagus?!Do you have asparagus growing in your garden? If not, it’s not hard to get started, you just have to be patient, well. for a couple years!spears

You can get asparagus crowns at most garden centers.

Dig a furrow about 10 inches deep and wide and as long as you want your row to be. Fill the trench about halfway with compost and place your asparagus crowns on top, about 10 inches apart and cover loosely with soil and water. This is best done in the springtime as soon as the danger of frost has past.
You won’t get any spears your first year, but the fern-like foliage will still be pretty. Make sure you mulch well every autumn to keep weeds down and a steady stream of nutrients coming. Asparagus is a hungry plant.

Do not harvest your asparagus until it’s at least three years old. This allows the plant to have time to build a strong root system. When your’s is ready; gather the asparagus and leave at least one stalk in the ground, for good luck, so the lore goes; actually it is common sense, it leaves seeds for sowing.
Asparagus is great for permaculture because it can live 15 years or more and keep providing you with tasty spears each spring.
It grows best in sandy, alkaline soil in full sun, but it’s not picky. It can handle a bit of shade and less than perfect soil too, as long as you fertilize it well.
Your plants will start sending up shoots shortly after the frost has past and may continue well into June. Cut the shoots near the base when they are about 10 inches long and about as thick as your finger. If they are thinner than a pencil, your plant isn’t ready for harvesting yet, or it’s gotten tired of being harvested and needs to be let alone. Make sure the heads of the spears are tight and haven’t started to feather out. Once they’ve started to get ferny, it’s too late to harvest them.
Asparagus Berries

Asparagus is best eaten fresh, but if you want to save some for later, put it in a glass of water like a bouquet of flowers and store it in the fridge. If you want to save some for a long time later, steam the stalks for about five minutes and then freeze them in a freezer bag.

Asparagus is a good diuretic and is full of nutrients to help build up strength. Asparagus is one of the most nutrient dense vegetables you’ll find. It is high in folic acid, potassium, fiber, vitamins B6, A, C and thiamin, contain no fat or cholesterol and are low in sodium.

It is best lightly steamed so that it is tender-crisp and bright. I like to serve it with a tangy lemon butter sauce.

PS. It’s a good food to eat when you are doing a bodily cleansing, a great “spring tonic” kind of food.

Soup’s on…at Picasso’s: chicken noodle with kale, corn chowdah, and creamy carrot curry (vegan)
try a citrus salad on baby kale, or grilled pear and pork on mixed greens.
Turkey burger with vidalia balsamic jam!

Be well,

Pretty little things…

Spring is all about new beginnings, don’t you think? New growth in the garden, new babies in the fields, maybe even new ideas. Does spring rev you up, kick start a new verve for life? All I want to do is throw open the doors and let the fresh air blow through the house, and clean the windows to let the streams of sunlight shine through! Breathe deeply the warmth and freshness. It has been a long cold and dreary winter. Maybe we should just enjoy these moments, go ahead sit in the sun enjoy very blissful minute; we’ve earned it. I am not certain, old man winter has yet to relinquish his grip just yet, but, I am paying no attention to his snow squalls and bitter temps.
OK, so he’s not a baby, But he is lovely. Sachema lives at our friends farm, Dakota Ridge Farm; as do all of the other cuties shared to day. With one exception, Ruby.
This is Ruby, I don’t believe you’ve met. She was born in late October here at Picasso’s.
I see spring. I can feel it. My hands ache for the warm soil. My feet want to run in the grass,( ok run might be an exaggeration).
It can be an exciting time. We aren’t expecting any cria or kids this season, but I did get to visit a few yesterday. kinda makes me giddy. baby chicks and ducks will be coming soon though.
The raised beds at our little shoppe will be built and filled with fresh soil and llama fertilizer (the absolute best). An arbor is being constructed for our open air farm to fork dinners. Can’t you just feel the excitement?

Our soups and Specials here at Picasso’s :
Butternut Squash Bisque, no it’s not typical spring fare, but is sure has pretty and scrumptious.
Corn Chowdah, cuz, I must, I tell ya.

Roasted pork tenderloin served with a tangy-sweet mustard sauce on a bed of greens sitting atop a kaiser roll.
Turkey burger slathered with vidalia balsamic jam, on mixed greens piked on a soft buttery croissant. “nuff said here. moving on…

Say good bye Sachema.

Be well.

Floating with the season, or hang on for dear life!

Seasons come and seasons go..with them come their own particular adventures, challenges, and foods. Yes, foods. Just because a particular vegetable or fruit is in our local supermarket, does not mean it is ion season in our neck of the woods. Your strawberries or lettuce may have traveled thousands of miles and many days to get to this market. And it may have been cultivated with Lord knows what synthetic fertilizers and under what ghastly conditions. The paradox of the day is available vs healthy. no?


Our diets were, in the past dictated by the seasons and what we could grown, and “Put By” for the coming months. Does any one remember when peas and strawberries a late spring early summer treat? Sweet and succulent, juicy dribbling, red berry goodness. Pick warm from the garden and popped in your mouth. Fresh feet peas, stolen from their pod and eaten raw before they every got to Mamie’s kitchen. Potatoes, squash, and other root vegetables told you that fall winds were here, and leaves would turn beautiful colors, and fall, just for you to rake up and jump in. The brisk day inviting you in at supper time to a hearty stew, made from natures bounty.

Now, produce is transported around the world! We have all of the blessings of any season at our finger tips. Not necessarily a good thing. Local, organic fruit an vegetables are grown with age old techniques tab maintain its natural flavor, water content and growth rate. They ripen naturally, and retain their natural vitamins and minerals.

But, I digress, I was talking about seasons wasn’t I; rediscovering the joys of the seasons. Finding a rhythm, re-creating how we plan and shop for our food.
Discovering,nearby farmers markets, a local CSA, or discover a new talent by planting your own garden, or learning the new, but age old skill of putting food by. Use the changing seasons to to guide us to set more thoughtfully, mindfully, and more healthfully, you become naturally inclined to experiment and maybe discover a new favorite.

Let’s make mealtime special again, let’s slow down enjoy your meal. Isn’t that what its all about anyway? Finding joy in life. Our growing season may be short, so why not enjoy what delights it offers, take asparagus for example, luscious when eaten fresh from the garden, limp and tasteless from a can. When this season is over, what fruit or veggie are you eagerly anticipating? For me it is berries! Raspberries, blackberries, blues, and strawberries, I love them all!

Ok, so here are our specials at Picasso’s today
Soups” Vegetarian vegetable with butter beans, Creamy steamy Corn Chowdah.

Salad: citrus,and pecan salad served on fresh mixed greens, served with homemade citrus honey vinegarette. ( insert lip smacking noise here)

Have a wonderous, wondrous day! Hangon to your hats! It’s Windsday.Miss Daisy

Who’s with me?

What is all this WHINING about Mondays? Does Monday have some kind of super power that I don’t know about that robs you of your sanity, good mood or abilities? Is it a magical force, steeped in brute strength.

 What if we all had Monday off? What if we worked Tuesday through Saturday? Would we then hate Tuesdays?

Monday is the kick off for a brand new week with possibilities and potential successes  people!

oh ok, to be fair, there was a period in my life where I didn’t like Mondays but I also didn’t like any other day of the week except Saturday or Sunday because those were the days I wasn’t at that job. And I think that is the real problem when we kvetch about Mondays. We don’t hate the day because after all, it’s just a day.

I think what we are saying when they say, “Ugggh, it’s Monday”, is that the only part of our life that brings them joy is the weekend and that is really sad. Since Monday is the furthest day away from the next weekend, Monday becomes some dark and sinister power, out to sabotage your day.

Monday, interestingly enough, could be a metaphor for how you approach your life. Expect to have good things happen and attack your day with enthusiasm and energy and watch what unfolds. Or, hate the day, give away your power and be a self-fulfilling prophecy.


I’m starting a movement to stop the Monday bashing! Who’s with me?

Let’s start Monday off with a bang!


Soups Tuscan potato and sausage, because I love it and i can’t stop eating it. Vegetarian vegetable , cuz everyone should enjoy good homemade soup.

Special: Caesar salad with  seasoned chicken breast, sliced and grilled topped with sliced parmesan and crunchy croutons. ( is it ok to drool in the privacy of your own office) 

Smoothie: Spinach peach and peanut butter blended with almond milk.  A green monster, packed with energy!

Sunday, Sunday…

Sunday in our home town, is probably much like Sunday in your hometown. Church, followed by breakfast at your favorite spot. Home for some yard work or chores…Does anyone still have their traditional Sunday family dinner, I hope so. Now that we are at the Shoppe on Sundays, there is no time for a sit down Sunday dinner. Oh, I am not complaining, I love what I do, I love the people I have met, the friends I have made, and the atmosphere our family has created, a few people have commented, on this in particular; they thought it felt like an extension of their home, their dining room, kitchen or living room. This sounds just about perfect to me. Maybe we can’t have a sit down Sunday dinner here at Picasso’s but we are surrounded with family and friends, and that is almost as good. Don’t you think?

pansy and iris

Our Sunday Soup specials, Tuscan Sausage, with potato and kale (just as luscious as it sounds) and vegetable (loaded with veggie goodness)

Salad special Sunny citrus on mixed greens with red onion, cucumber herbs, served with our homemade honey lemon dressing. A bright spot in your day!

Smoothie: Mango tango (oh, yes, I just made that up) Mango, orange juice, pom juice, and vanilla yogurt! Shine on!

Special: Angel hair pasta with tomato pesto and topped with fresh grilled chicken! Served with a side salad or not!

Have a wondrous day, enjoy your friends and family!

Wow, that’s a lot of exclamation points! hee her.
Be well.

Gold, pure Gold.

Gold, pure Gold.