Train of Thought
He seemed like such a gentleman, until he slammed those keys down on the counter. “If you want your damn car, go get it…
He seemed like such a gentleman, until he slammed those keys down on the counter. “If you want your damn car, go get it…
“I wouldn’t know what to do with it.” That’s the most common response when someone hears about our weekly CSA subscription, a selection of veggies…
“Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.” Words from Sigmund Freud, unlikely patron of horticulture, set the tone for…
Ah, July. The time on the wee homestead when every inch of flat space in the house is covered in produce and mason jars,…
A few weeks ago, I posted about a homemade dishwasher detergent that seemed to work great. Seemed. After several weeks, though, we’ve noticed a cloudy…
Back in college, I had the great fortune to attend a seminar taught by Dr. Maya Angelou. On the first day, each of the twenty-five…
My Papa was a kind, soft-spoken man with an impish smile that belied the poverty he witnessed during the Great Depression. He never complained…
“To get to the heart of America,” writes Ken Ilgunas, “we cannot simply walk its forests and fields; rather we must cut through its…
Hallelujah. Today was the first spring CSA pickup from Jenny Jack Sun Farm, and not a moment too soon. Our jar count of tomatoes,…