The best thing about pickle season besides the pickles are my lilies. Mother nature rocks! Getting used to living in the country…

Sara came for dinner last night. An overnight visit with her boyfriend during a hectic whirlwind summer vacation was unexpected and lovely.…

Zucchini blossoms are sunshine on a stem. Magnetic but too hot to touch – until now. Every cook has that elusive dish…

It was less of a barn raising and more of a barn covering. A covering of what one hundred and ten years…

After four years of trying, I’ve finally raced the birds to my blueberries. We have a hill, directly behind the farmhouse, covered…

Every blogger has a blogger muse. OK, maybe not a muse but a blogger who inspires you to try harder, reach higher,…

I have a confession to make. During the summer, while we’re at the farm we eat dessert every night. Partly because we…

When you’re the mother of three little girls who my girls are twenty seven love bread and when they were little would choose it,…

I was going to name the post “I’m Late” but given the multitude of places that could take your imaginations, I decided…

Even if I didn’t love zucchini everything, I would grow them just for the spectacular blooms. The first time Ralph and I…