"Greens green and nothing but green! Parsley, peppers, cabbages, and celery. asparagus and watercress and fiddlefern and lettuce." This past week I've been dancing around singing this song as my mantra like the witch from Into The Woods as I've watched my garden slowly, turning from flat, brown, earth to little green bumps of… Continue reading homegrown 2018
The only ant I want to see in my house will bring a bottle of wine and stay up late watching Fried Green Tomatoes with me.
This is how it all began... Throwback post
259200 seconds = 4320 minutes = 72 hours = 3 days UNTIL ... My birthday. I'm not a huge birthday person, but I have to get something off my chest… Continue reading The Purple Tent
tl;dr: my kids don't eat veggies, and it's all my fault because they each have an ipad. I'm gonna start off on a nostalgic foot here, so strap onyour Doc Marten sandals, chunky, bright-white soled Sketchers, Nike-Airs, Keds, Jellies or Converse All-Stars (or whatever off brand the discount shoe store had on sale that month),… Continue reading Kids These Days: why is life so hard?
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN A PIG?!" I shouted at my husband as he shoved his foot into his running shoe, tore off across the lawn and hurdled himself over the barbed wire fence and into the empty pasture that separated our home from the busy interstate. I grabbed my phone and flicked on the video as… Continue reading The Great Pig Chase
Kids don't always get the story straight, but sometimes their interpretations are FAR better than the real story!
You know that feeling when it's mid winter, and you are craving a garden fresh cucumber? You get all excited and look out the frosted window towards the spot where your garden is, or will be come spring, and then get slapped in the face with reality. You don't have any cucumbers growing, because it's… Continue reading the seed
I can't believe it's happening. After months of talking and beating around the proverbial bush, my husband and I are actually doing it. We are leaving our life in the city and moving to, well, I'm not exactly what to call it. It's not the country, or the sticks. It's not in the mountains, because… Continue reading it begins…