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…
Stupor Market
“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…
Whole in the Garden
“Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.” Words from Sigmund Freud, unlikely patron of horticulture, set the tone for…
Can for All Seasons
Ah, July. The time on the wee homestead when every inch of flat space in the house is covered in produce and mason jars,…
Washed Up
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…
Wild Edges
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…
Money Down the Drain
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…
Trespassing
“To get to the heart of America,” writes Ken Ilgunas, “we cannot simply walk its forests and fields; rather we must cut through its…
CS-Yay
Hallelujah. Today was the first spring CSA pickup from Jenny Jack Sun Farm, and not a moment too soon. Our jar count of tomatoes,…