Do you remember when we planted sweet potatoes back at the beginning of summer? That seems so very long ago, doesn’t it? When we arrived back from visiting family, the same trip on which Stewart’s adrenal fatigue became severe, we had a community work day. Stewart was still in bed for most of his days…
It was just two months ago that we were writing off the fall garden. No time, we decided. Not a high enough priority given the circumstances, it seemed. That was all true. My big fall garden plans were simply not to be. There would be no big beds of carrots and beets, no row upon…
I wrote this post on one of those lovely days where I go to the library, work on everything I can in 6 hours, and come home with a little more of the rest of the week to just be mama, wife, homesteader and homeschooler. And then I deleted it all and started over. Perspective…
Here I am, back before you know it, gushing about this dirt. Thank you all for your comments and emails on my last post. Many mornings start with the letting out of the chickens and the checking of the gardens by Papa and whatever little helpers happen to make their way out in time. Sometime…
