My Grandmother was a tough lady, a farmer’s wife, a cook for many. My Dad told me stories of how many chickens she would cook at once for her six children and many farm hands. There were many things she taught me, not the least of which had to do with feeding others. Into her…
I have a recipe post in the queue but thought it an odd place to come in after my previous post and an unplanned absence. Instead, I’d like to say hello again, thank you for your kind comments and emails as always, and here’s what we’ve been up to… I don’t want to give too…
I have been trying to put together a number of blog posts lately. I wanted to share the chicks – some purchased, some hatched at home – that are running alongside our laying hens, increasing the flock. I have some garden photos filled with weeds and potatoes and some turnips I might pull and ferment…
“Once upon a time, what’s behind my back?” she asks as we stroll to the garden. The children have been trucking in wildflowers by the bucketful but she likes to surprise me… a dozen times a day. Note the flower pollen on her nose and upper lip. I often take the girls to the garden…
