I remember early spring days with dirty fingers sunk into cold dirt. These boys were much smaller then – four and two – but even at that tender age, we could see that this was exactly what they needed. Seeds were sprouted in so many ways on those long Sundays spent in the garden. One…
It has been great fun to watch this new space come together. At times slow and at times faster than I can imagine, this project has involved so many helpers. The sheeting for the floor was put down a while back and finished once we all kicked the flu. Because of the delay, there was…
I waddled down the dirt road the other day just as fast as a pregnant lady at this stage possibly can. They were all way out in front of me – one on his bike, one running alongside his brother, and Papa chasing them both with a little red head in the stroller. He was…
“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…
