farm

So you remember four years ago, Ralph and I were sitting on the veranda cooking up our next farm project when he…

It was a great week. The vegetable garden is finished except for a few less hardy things like eggplant and an assortment…

It happened, again. Another winter over. I’m not sure if it’s the bone shattering cold, the conveyor belt of darkness or the…

My kitchen looks like a bomb went off, when I cook. Summer’s winding down leaving us short on time to spend with…

We haven’t had rain for weeks. As the heel of my work boot hits the top of my garden spade, the force…

RIGHT TURN CLYDE! For those of you who remember my jubilation last summer when I’d discovered that my struggling teeny black current…

Five years ago, I planted a Montmorency cherry tree outside my kitchen door. Today, I picked cherries from that tree and made…

THE FARM IS DRIPPING WITH ROSES. Climbing roses, wild roses, old-fashion roses and rambling roses have exploded at the farm. Every nook…

My love language is food. What’s yours? Saturday, while I was preparing food, I thought about how much I enjoy cooking. Every…

Time to shed my city clothes. For the next few months, my kitchen whites and clogs will be replaced with overhauls and…