Here I am, back before you know it, gushing about this dirt. Thank you all for your comments and emails on my last post. Many mornings start with the letting out of the chickens and the checking of the gardens by Papa and whatever little helpers happen to make their way out in time. Sometime…
I sit down, laptop in hand, breakfast by my side. Stewart is manning the children, breakfast, and the morning school activities and I am in a quiet room with enough coffee to float me down a river. I guess that’s what it takes to bang out some photo editing and key strokes these days. But…
I’m sure at one point we were talking about other things related to food and babies and agrarianism and sustainability. And I’m sure it was all very pertinent at the time. But right now I think there’s nothing more exciting going on than beans. I’m not canning jar after jar and we’re not bringing in…
Gardening is a funny thing here, to which I don’t think I’ve quite yet acclimated. The tomato plants that had been piddling along all summer with just enough fruit to snack on are dying back. But then those tomato starts we planted in May that never really grew with the heat are up and flowering….
