Ruthie is now at an age where her brothers can take her outside, assuming they are in close proximity to an adult. I’ve been saying yes to this more and more. Instead of me holding onto this little one while the boys wash some dishes or help with laundry, I’m shooing them into the…
It was in the upper 80s yesterday and while I put off making supper a little longer, Ruth and I toddled out to the garden. I almost started to water the freshly planted rows of beets and turnips but a wandering Ruthie pulled me away. Abram took over for me, capable as he is in…
Cool air mingles with the sweet smell of dirt and I know that these are spring evenings. Everyone’s outside now, even little Ruthie toddling around like a wind up toy who, once put out the door, does not want to stop. She chases chickens and eats dirt and makes us all smile. The other children…
We’ve been wanting to get away from buying the plastic seed-starting trays since they get destroyed shortly after purchasing and almost never last more than one season. A soil blocker seemed like a good idea but we weren’t ready to commit to a purchase just yet. So, Stewart devised a few homemade soil blocker from…
