We headed to the garden this morning, my little helpers and I. The animals had been milked and Daddy and Elijah were working at a neighbor’s house for the morning so it was my four youngest buddies and I. The okra, once again, needed picking and all of us were ready to head outside. The…
Every 24-48 hours I head out to the garden, usually in the evening. It is often when I am standing at the clothesline as the sun begins to fade that I look over to see the okra – as tall as me now – waiting to be picked. So Joshie and I play a game…
For some time we were eating gumbo several times a week, that spicy meaty stew served in seven rice-filled bowls. The bowls of okra were swiftly making meals and all was in balance… up until about three weeks ago. That’s when the children collectively decided they were completely done with okra. It seems as though they…
It has been cool and breezy; wet and muddy – really unlike any August I’ve seen since we’ve been here. Though there is a change of seasons in the air, I’ve come to realize that we plant not on a fixed schedule or in terms of months, but rather when there is a path made towards planting. This…
