Spring Starts in February
If you would have told me several years ago that the chicken field would become our main garden area, I probably would have laughed. The pallet garden was the first large space we planted and it was done with a boat load of wood chip mulch. While that is beginning to break down into some…
October marked five years that we have inhabited this land, working towards creating a sustainable off-grid homestead on the five acres put into our care. As is often the case, this series is me stumbling through the agrarian process, finding my way through the dirt, in words. I had tried, for weeks and months now, to write about…
When I first got to college I had one of two majors in mind – chemistry or chemical engineering. (Why I picked those majors, in particular, is a whole other why-I’m-not-so-smart story.) I arrived on campus in the fall of 2001 with big, successful, break away, American dreams. After the tearful good-byes and the settling…
It was in the upper 80s yesterday and while I put off making supper a little longer, Ruth and I toddled out to the garden. I almost started to water the freshly planted rows of beets and turnips but a wandering Ruthie pulled me away. Abram took over for me, capable as he is in…
Every 24-48 hours I head out to the garden, usually in the evening. It is often when I am standing at the clothesline as the sun begins to fade that I look over to see the okra – as tall as me now – waiting to be picked. So Joshie and I play a game…
Apparently there have been an influx of skunks in the neighborhood and Stewart got the opportunity to tango with two in one week. We were all outside preparing a garden bed next to the house, or in my case taking pictures of the garden bed. Someone spotted the skunk near the house and Stewart ran…
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