Tom grew up in Milwaukee, bartended in Wauwatosa in the '70s and moved here in 1984.
Commentary, observations and musings about the outdoors, life in general and maybe Tosa politics and personalities will be the order of the day. He savors a lively debate as much as terrific cooking.
Lawyer has been up here turkey hunting since last Wednesday afternoon. One of a succession of hunters turning their hand at gracing their Thanksgiving table with a wild bird.
Last month I was at a birthday celebration that happened to include a generous cross section of my vast extended family.
It's just about time to begin prepping the garden for spring planting. Remarkably - a bunch of vegetables have survived the winter and as the frost has left the ground they have emerged and made their presence known.
It is almost February and I am down to my last garden cabbage. A nice firm one. What can you do with one red cabbage?
I'm up here on the farm - just me and Girlfriend - hanging-out and doing some bird hunting in the morning and me doing some deer hunting in the afternoon. Based-upon the reports from home it sounds like the inaugural reincarnation of the Tosa Farmer's Market was a resounding success.
Earlier this year I talked a little smack about gardening.
Did you know that the People's Republic of China is the world's largest producer of cabbage?
Did you know that your garden variety watermelon is loaded with important antioxidants?
If you're like me and you think about potatoes when you have too much time on your hands you'd probably arrive at the same conclusion.
Everything seems to have fallen into place and on-schedule. Mind you this garden is about 150 miles north of Tosa so the growing season starts a tad later and ends a bit sooner.
One of the cool things about having a garden is having a steady supply of fresh produce.
I'm feeling better about the garden with every passing day. After that close brush with the cucumber beetles things seem to have settled into a routine with everything putting down roots and growing.
This morning my wife said to me - You know honey, your corn is looking pretty cute lately.
There has been an inch-plus of perfectly-timed rain in the past week.
Unlike some of you I don't mind all of the snow and cold. I like being outside in winter. I remember going winter camping for the first time with my wife. We were sitting around the campfire at night and a duck flew-in and landed next to us. I'm not making this up. There we sat; Jill, me and the mallard. But that's an altogether different story.
It is November and believe it or not one of the last crops harvested was a late season planting of radishes.
One of my fondest memories from childhood is of the big family garden behind our garage.
The garden has recovered nicely and fresh veggies are rolling in the door and finding their way to the table and freezer.
The replacement tomato plants added following the post-Memorial Day frosts are doing well. We have blossoms and some green tomatoes on the larger plants that survived.
Garden was planted on May 23-24 and stuff is growing. Well, sort-of. Until last Sunday.