Spring Starts in February
Boys barefoot, hanging laundry on the line. Outside with a baby on my hip ‘cuz the weather is so fine. Sun hats on, making pies out of mud. Canning squash every day just because we should. Pigs are getting fat on all those eggs and Mabel’s milk. Making jam from the finest peaches you ever…
Cool air mingles with the sweet smell of dirt and I know that these are spring evenings. Everyone’s outside now, even little Ruthie toddling around like a wind up toy who, once put out the door, does not want to stop. She chases chickens and eats dirt and makes us all smile. The other children…
I was standing at the edge of the squash bed when he entered the garden gate. “Hey, can you help me for a sec?” I called out. He walked over, pretty much as tall as me and nearly a teenager, he looked me straight in the eye without so much as a crack of a…
The days are warm and the nights are cool and the rain falls with some semblance of regularity. When we walk the land we find pear blossoms and salad makings and dirt filled with seeds at all stages of life. It is spring, so they say. I’d say this is a busy time of year…
It has been cool and breezy; wet and muddy – really unlike any August I’ve seen since we’ve been here. Though there is a change of seasons in the air, I’ve come to realize that we plant not on a fixed schedule or in terms of months, but rather when there is a path made towards planting. This…
We are blessed to live in a community where other folks are attempting to grow their own food and live off-grid. It is a blessing in countless ways, one of them being that we are able to walk to our food sources. I like to call it agrarian grocery shopping. So, like any other grocery…
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