Picking raspberries today reminded me why this work matters.
It was hot the day I picked the peaches. It took 2 days to process them all, and the kitchen was like Georgia in July with the canning pots belching out steam for hours on end.
Each spring, I start tucking seeds into the soil with purpose. Like many gardeners, I grow food for my family. But in recent years, it’s become more than that.
Random musings about farm life ... and I still wouldn't trade it!
I don't really pay attention to what the calendar or weatherman says about the season changing. I just go outside and listen to the critters.
Today was a bore. Mending day. Fixing buttons, seams, and zippers. My oldest had 7 pairs of jeans with both knees ripped out from one seam to the other that looked straight out of a zombie movie. The youngest had his share, too.
What's on your plate?
There's more than one approach to medicine and health.
What an honor and privilege it was to see the hearts of so many of our ladies evidenced in their land, no matter how large or small.
Being a vendor was a top-tier secret goal that I have had ever since college, and it wasn't until the last couple of years that I was able to achieve it.