Joyce Bupp

Columnist Joyce Bupp enjoys the memories associated with the old kitchen items she got from family, still in use. These memories form a bridge from the past to the approaching

Follow columnist Joyce Bupp around her farm as she explains the multiple ways she uses empty milk jugs for multiple purposes in her garden and on the farm.

Columnist Joyce Bupp enjoys the signs of spring like blooming trees and flowers, but is surprised by some creatures she finds when she lifts up a rock to weight down

Columnist Joyce Bupp enjoys getting out on a road trip, but wonders how feathered friends on their migratory journeys feel about their amenities along the way.

What in the world is that? That was the first thought that popped into my mind one day last fall when I spied a strange object lying in one of the flower beds.

Columnist Joyce Bupp takes a stroll around the pond on the farm, checking on the mating Canada geese that return every year. The gander is not pleased with the visit.

It seems to me the celebration of Saint Patrick’s Day should come in April.

Columnist Joyce Bupp’s hands tell the story of her gardening efforts. Perhaps it’s time for a commemoration of gardeners’ soil-stained fingers and nails as they eagerly plant seeds and starts

Columnist Joyce Bupp helps a feathered friend who took a wrong turn into her house.

Plant. Water. Repeat. That’s been my mantra — and lots of other people’s as well — since the first young plant seedlings went into the ground around here weeks ago.