To everything there is a season and this is about the most beautiful time of year around these parts. Baby lettuce and beet thinnings come together to form the first salad of the spring. The kitchen garden got an extension this year because there is no such thing as too much growing space. The potatoes…
It is Monday morning and the coffee is fresh at 7 a.m. which is the time of day when I make lists; school, chores to be done, recipes to be tested, and mostly homesteading projects I’d like to get to. It’s seven in the morning, after all, which makes me even more unrealistic than usual….
Her fever broke early that morning and her head was only partly aching by breakfast. All six of her children except the baby were down with less severe symptoms, a pot of soup was brought by her sweet neighbor, and a new batch of Mabel’s butter was on the table so there was much to…
There is a young man who lives in our home now. He sits across from me at the dinner table, shoveling more food than seems humanly possible into that growing body of his and I often mistake him for a grown man out of the corner of my eye. Though he is nearly as tall…
