This may or may not count for anything in the overall scheme of things. But this week, I’ve been dreaming of sticks and twines. This is a change for me because generally I dream of the finished product of a lush, gorgeous garden. Somewhere in there I’m the envy of all my friends, and we’re throwing little garden parties in the cool of the evening. … Continue reading Dreaming of Sticks and Twine
This book was a Christmas present from my husband and kids. I am the one responsible for researching what we’re doing here with this garden. Here’s a quote from Chapter One! “I have been gardening for twenty-five years and have never seen such gardening excitement in the air as I have in the last five years. There is definitely a shift taking place. As I … Continue reading Changing the World – One Garden at a Time!
This was actually a little while ago. This is me out cutting down the weeds to prepare our garden plot. Something I never dreamed I would be excited about, so excited that I was clapping my hands in glee, was when my husband got off the phone and informed me that he’d just procured three dump loads full of horse manure! After we finished laughing, … Continue reading Not a High-Heeled Activity
For our 8th Anniversary, in August of 2011, my husband got me a duck. The first animal for our little farm. The Grand Poo-Bah of all our yet to come farm animals. He’ll be the one in charge of all the others. We named him MorDuck! My boss is a woman who likes her jewelry, and she was very concerned thinking I would be horrified or … Continue reading High Heels in the Chicken Coop
Henry David Thoreau wrote Walden about getting out into the wild, leaving civilization and exploring what it meant to live simply, intentionally. Oh – I need to get my hands on that book again and delve into the richness of his mind. The Dixie Chicks wrote a song called Cowboy Take Me Away, with a line that said, “I said I wanna touch the earth, … Continue reading Walden & The Dixie Chicks
A little Snowdrop – the first flower to bloom after the New Year. This is the flower we will be planting for Michael, our oldest, whose Birthday is in January. For years, I’ve wanted consistency in my writing. I’ve wanted to have something grand to show for all the walls of journals I’ve written. When I was a young, single artist – lonely, bemoaning my … Continue reading A Tiny Start