As I walk around my property, every tree stump, dark shadow on the edge of the woods, is a disguised bear waiting to jump out and grab me and drag me away to their hidden den. I’ll never be seen again.
As I walk around my property, every tree stump, dark shadow on the edge of the woods, is a disguised bear waiting to jump out and grab me and drag me away to their hidden den. I’ll never be seen 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.
Back in October, I decided to preserve some of the last flowers of the season from our gardens, by means of pressing. I went out to the gardens and cut the best-looking cosmos.
Red Dirt Farm and Studio 