A simpler, more creative life on a tenth of an acre
“It’s like you’ve been magically transported back to 1995.” So my sister says, after my new job at Jenny Jack Farm began back in March. Three days a week, I’m in the field or greenhouse, with intermittent phone coverage and no internet access. And the last thing I want to do in the evening is clear spam out of the inbox, which means I typically log on only two days a week.
Eighty-seven pictures of medallions, set in stone, hammered in metal, or painted in fresco. It didn’t matter if they were on the streets of…
If the deck at our house were a little taller, we’d be able to see the top of the North Highlands Dam from it,…
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…
Forgive a hyper-local post, patient readers, but there are several events coming up in the Chattahoochee Valley that celebrate, support, and educate about farming,…
It started off so innocently. Which is, I know, what Prince Paris and Helen of Troy thought when they met for some spanakopita, and…
I was staring at the saplings, just two weeks in the ground. Shears in hand, I knew what I had to do. My victims…
Fruit in the first year wasn’t something we expected at the orchard, but juicy blueberries, blackberries and figs are already fighting for the birds’…
I had no idea when I entered the feed store that I’d be transported into an episode of “Wayne’s World.” Imagine Wayne, 25 years…