It was a full weekend with friends and fellow farmers and various other visitors pulling in and out. Continue reading “75 holes a silver spoon and The Guild of Saint Luke.”
That wind oh my goodness!
A Nor’Easter blowout for sure. Thank goodness we didn’t have any snow!
That crazy ole wind blew and the trees swayed and snapped and the power lines went down.
These are the days of autumn. Forecasters in our area say that the leaf color this year will be somewhat lackluster.
We turn the heat on at night and the AC on during the day – crazy. Me, I’m holding on to the warm weather as long as I can and dancing in the gardens with the last of the flowers. The light that sparkles off the morning dew and streams through the ornamental grasses makes my garden feel like my own private cathedral.
I eat too many potatoes, that is why my rear end is the size of Texas. Yesterday while I was in the grocery store the clouds parted, a stream of brilliant light shone down and angels began to sing. There – right there – in front of me was a bin of colossal football sized potatoes, stocked full with a large sign advertising the enormity of such potato bliss. Oh my goodness, I had gone to potato heaven. I stood there just staring, apparently losing all sense of time and place as I finally snapped to it when I heard a woman say in a frustrated voice “EXCUSE ME – You’re blocking the potatoes.”
Seriously, I wanted to fill my cart with said colossal football potatoes and make a u-turn straight to the butter isle.
I did not, however. Continue reading
These days of spring bring about the season of renewal and growth.
Front porch sitting again.
I run a small – very small honor system farm stand at the edge of our farm. I sell fresh eggs from our chickens and cottage style flowers I grow in our gardens. Sometimes I sell my handmade items too. This year I hope to expand the offerings.
Continue reading “Red Dirt Farm Stand – plans and dreams for 2017”