homesteading

Beast of Birdin’

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“Go home! You’re drunk!” It’s what we’ve groaned several times over the past two weeks, when we — stricken by the middle-age malady of…

A thousand words

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While everyone’s stuck in, we thought we’d just share a small collection of photos from around the happy hermitage that is our home. Fruit trees and bushes in bloom, flowers popping out for a quick visit, or other promises of wonderful things to come.

Wine and dandy

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“Peapods,” says Kelly Coyne, pausing for emphasis. We’d just told her and her husband, Erik Knutzen, about making wine with peapod hulls. “It’s just…

Trial by Fire

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My sister-in-law likes to say she’s a collard not a marigold, meaning she prefers cold weather over hot. I, on the other hand, am…

Mistakes

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Mistakes have been made. One time, we bought a marble sink but the cabinet didn’t fit in the bathroom. We were pulling it out…

Grape expectations

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It started off so innocently. Which is, I know, what Prince Paris and Helen of Troy thought when they met for some spanakopita, and…

Espal-yay!

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I was staring at the saplings, just two weeks in the ground. Shears in hand, I knew what I had to do. My victims…

Farming was sexy

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“This room is no longer well-quaffed,” said Matthew Raiford, to a room filled with 1,000 farmers and growers, mostly from Georgia. Raiford, from Brunswick,…

Treeson

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I swear we didn’t want to do it. Cutting down a hardwood tree was the last thing we wanted, but the water oak in…