The canner has been running nearly every single day; often twice per day. The tomatoes are getting tall, the cucumber salads daily, and the pickles are fermenting by the gallon. Oh, and we have a potential watermelon farmer on our hands who also happens to be smitten by this baby sister of his.
See you in July, friends.
I spent the morning moving between the kitchen table, little Ruthie by my side with an open first-grade book, and the sofa, under a blanket and a stack of school papers. Peppered throughout these hours are a continual stream of “Where’s Hannah?” (unless she’s in my lap) and “Hey Joshie, could you try to be…
…are all around us. They are in the strong-willed toddler whose lack of humility mirrors my own. They are in unforeseen delays that bring us home a day later, protecting us from only God knows what. They are in windows that won’t roll up and windshield wipers that will not work. Grudginly taking the van…
He calls me Ma and asks if it’s okay if he and his brother live on the land adjacent to us when they grow up. “How about this?” he says with wide eyes and upturned hands. “How about I grow apple trees and we have pigs and we bring you apples and lard from the…
photo credit Last week when I wrote about why grains are not necessary for a nourishing diet I really thought I would receive some negative responses. After all, as (one of my favorite bloggers) Elana said: “I don’t even try to explain to people what I eat, a look of bewilderment crosses their face the…
I do love a cold day – the going "out in it" and the cozying back up. When those kind of days come along, when the wind tears through you and the cold sneaks in under the door, I try my very best to savor them. Because those days don’t come along very often here…
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…
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So beautiful. So beautiful I got a lump in my throat. True that.