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.
These seed packets jumped into my shopping cart the other day. I’ve been reading the seed catalogs and dreaming about what I will plant in the garden this year. Ah spring, I’m looking forward to welcoming you. Right now, though, it is very cold out and we are under a blanket of snow. Our pipes …
In the night, on December 8th, Mr. Cottage and I became chicken grandparents. Our little hen, Daisy only 8 months old herself hatched her first chick. Daisy was terribly weak and unable to stand or walk because of her 21 days of sitting and not eating or drinking. I knew I needed to help her out.
Red Dirt Farm and Studio 