“Remind me to keep it simple this year.” This from the man who has busted up large areas of clay soil by hand two years in a row. He who has planted in February-May and seen so much whither away in July and August and who now keeps it simple by necessity. But that warm…
It might just be me, but I find the end of pregnancy so much more exhausting than those early days of new, sweet smelling, always-feeding baby. Perhaps it is because we’ve always had people waiting, and waiting, and waiting for our wee ones to come into the world and, personally, I prefer to not put…
If I were to do an honest year-in-review post it would look something like this: January through April we put in the chicken field and started the summer garden. Fruit trees were planted, perennial herbs were thrown in the ground. May brought news of a new babe and thus began the usual season of morning…
Meet Frassers. Her name rhymes with sasser, which might tell you just about all you need to know. She enjoys talking, singing, and frassing; the latter of which you must see in person to fully understand. It’s too much. She also loves to help her Daddy. She’s always been an outside girl, this one, but…
