I awoke at 4 am as usual, but I was too lazy to get up. I laid in bed for a few hours listening to the rain on our tin roof. Normally, that’s enough to lull me back to sleep, but it wasn’t to be today.
I awoke at 4 am as usual, but I was too lazy to get up. I laid in bed for a few hours listening to the rain on our tin roof. Normally, that’s enough to lull me back to sleep, but it wasn’t to be today.
Good Sunday Morning. I am treating myself to a slow quiet morning. What are you up to? I had left-over homemade pizza for breakfast. It was delightful. Fresh basil from the garden, which will soon be just a memory. Though I have attempted to hold on for a bit, by transplanting the basil to a …
Gosh, it’s been a while. How are you navigating the big teeter-totter of 2020? Everything is the same here on the farm and nothing is as it ever was.
Gardening. Spring.
Wordless Wednesday. A beautiful foggy morning.
Not being one that feels as though they can offer upbeat advice, positive thoughts and such, I’m just not going to attempt to do so. I try to look on the positive side of things, although I’ll admit there are times when I struggle with it. I’m just not the cheerleader type. Like – yay …
A cold dark foreboding mist is covering the farm, perhaps evocative of what so many are feeling these days. I screamed a primal sound that a mother makes when her baby is in the snatches of a dragon. I ran with fear in my heart towards the sound of terror coming from Snowball.
Farmers have been gardening by moon phases dating back to ancient times. I too follow this practice. For me, it makes me feel more connected to the earth and the rhythms of nature. The 23rd was a new moon, perfect for planting seeds.
Dried lambs ears and lavender, my herbal version of a smudge stick. I experimented last summer with making these. I used a lot of the lamb’s ear in place of white sage, which is traditionally used in smudge sticks, we do not, however, grow that here. Lavender and rosemary and roses …
