recipes

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…

I’ve had a pajama party every summer for the last fourteen years with Christie, Sheila and Di. It’s not easy to steal…

When friends arrive for the weekend and are kind enough to bring lovely ice cream bowls as my hostess gift, I do…

In Italy, pizza sauce is not an over embellished ‘used to taste like tomatoes’ kind of sauce. It’s a clean pure tomatoey not…