Dad walked in the house the other afternoon, looked down and said “Happiness is having dirty knees.” When I had stopped laughing, I knew he was right. For him,and so many other gardeners out there, happiness is about getting down in the dirt and making things grow. And as an organic gardener, his goal in… Read More Recipe for Dirt
I was making dinner last night, just a simple spaghetti for the three of us adults as the kids were all out for the evening. While I was pulling together the ingredients from the pantry, I was thinking about how satisfying it is to be able to cook with things I put up from the… Read More Pot Full of Sunshine
This photo was taken last year, but I was talking to Dad about Rhubarb yesterday and it got me thinking. Ever since I was little, I have been fascinated with wild edible foods. I learned what I could eat, what I wanted to eat (not always the same thing!) and how to safely identify those… Read More Whose Mouth First Puckered?
Sweet Work All this last month as we were setting up the taps, lines, and buckets to collect sap I was taking pictures. You can see the whole saga unfold at my Flickr account. Check out the slideshow feature!
Life on a farm is early to bed, early to rise. I’ve lived this way all my life, and even when we weren’t actively farming it was a habit I used to be teased about. This morning I got up earlier than I needed to for work, and listening to the radio learned we were… Read More Early Morning Reward
We’d planned to get pigs for a while… they were supposed to be piglets, you know, little 20 pound babies that would elicit adoring “sqee!’s” from my daughters. Well, I finally spotted a litter on craigslist that wasn’t too expensive (the price of piglets around here is outrageous!) and pounced on them. Yesterday we were… Read More Pigs!
Yesterday was a big day here on Stonycroft. We started the day with biscuits at 7, and from there we made a list of everything that needed to be done on the farm, and then set out on errands. Agway first, our local feed and seed store. Rabbit food, chicken food, and pig food for… Read More Greenhouse Chickens
Actually, Dad informs me that it’s not a greenhouse, it’s a high tunnel. I’ll have to look up the difference, I suppose! The temps are high enough in there that he went ahead and planted peas (Dwarf Sugar Grey) and Lettuce (Quatro Santorio) in the cold frames. The soil temp was registering 42, so it’s… Read More Working in the geenhouse
First and foremost, the daffodils are sending up little spears of green in the front flowerbed. Hope springs anew with them every year, but this year is a little different. A lot different. I made it all the way through February without the icy breath of depression blowing down the back of my neck. I… Read More Long day, but good in the end.
If anyone is still reading the blog… since I chit-chat mostly on FaceBook these days. The job I’d finally found two seeks ago is a no-starter, it was a product demonstrator , per diem position, and I wasn’t scheduled for this week and just found out that the district manager, to whom I reported, has… Read More Update
Happy Thanksgiving! I know, you want to know why I am writing about toilets this morning, instead of the meal I am helping make, and the family who will be gathering here soon. My first time to hostess Thanksgiving, and the one toilet in the house is being repaired as I type… It all started… Read More I am thankful for… a flushing toilet.
Poor sad soul Thou unfortunate fool, Lost your way In life’s cold school. Now there’s no Going home in sunshine Only the gray to Hide your soft whine. Fog your mind And chill what’s left Of your bloody, Battered life weft. May there come A day you may see Woven there The whole you can… Read More Something different, Now that I am renewed and lifted up on wings of eagles…