Today was a beautiful day with the temperature topping out at 64. It was so nice to get out and get a little dirt under my fingernails. Those fingernails will stay dirty for several months. We have vegetables and trees to plant. Then the brown Under my nails will be replaced by the characteristic purple
So you like the “farmhouse” style? I like it too. I just think it’s misnamed. When someone says “farmhouse look” I instantly picture distressed whitewashed hand-me-down furniture, baskets made of chicken wire, shiplap everywhere, some type of arrangement of natural looking cotton still in the boll, and if you’re really committed to the look you
As a farmer you have to prep for summer vacation in a way I never have. Summer vacations may not even be an option for some. We considered skipping it again this year so we wouldn’t miss any ripe fruits or veggies, but we didn’t go anywhere last year and everyone needs a break, so
It’s almost time for the liquid purple gold of the summer: seedless blackberry jelly. In case you are wondering, it’s called preserves when most of the fruits are whole, it’s called jelly when it’s made from juice only (no fruit chunks), and jam is halfway in between these two. Because we only make seedless—and the
We buried our kitty yesterday. We are feeling a little more peace and hurting a little less each day. Staying busy helps too; and we have plenty to keep us busy around here. Here are some of them: We are now mobile! And I don’t mean phones. We bought a Kawasaki Mule this week. It’s
Our dear sweet family cat passed away today. We are all very sad and are already missing our special friend. Abby contracted Bobcat Fever through a tick bite and was gone very quickly. Bobcat Fever is almost always fatal for cats and once the symptoms show up it’s too late. If you have a cat
I have a confession. I’ve been hoarding my blackberries. Last year we ate as many blackberries as we could. I also made over 100 jars of jelly, countless cobblers, and a batch of blackberry wine. After all of that I was left with five gallons of frozen berries, and 6 quart jars of blackberries that
I have been meaning to make a raised bed garden for a while now. I even bought the poor little plants over a month ago. Even with daily waterings, those seedlings are crunchy and brown on the edges. I keep saying I’ll do it tomorrow, but as it is on a farm in the spring,
I tend to knit in spurts. I’ll get obsessed and can’t stop myself for months on end. Then for a few more months I completely forget it. It’s like I have amnesia and someone tells me that I knit but have no idea what they are talking about. Then one day when I’m washing dishes
The thing I love most about those hot days of spring and summer is, after being thoroughly chilled from a full day of air conditioning indoors, stepping outside and feeling the warmth of the air on my skin. Then I sit down in my car with an even higher temperature, and letting the heat soaking