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.
Food and dirty dishes.
Cooking, eating, growing my own herbs these passions collide into a beautiful thing.
When there is a dishwasher in the house.
We have been without a dishwasher for almost a year. It was broken beyond repair, and the funds weren’t there to replace it and or there were other financial priorities. Truly, I tried all kinds of things to make hand washing dishes a more enjoyable experience, but I just wasn’t into it. A shiny new dishwasher arrived last week, and in the Department of irony – a few days later the faucet at the kitchen sink broke. Continue reading “Food for thought and a dishwasher too”
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
Oh my how a year can come and go and changes can take place so quickly and yet so slowly that you hardly realize that they have happened. Continue reading “expanding the road-side stand”