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… Continue reading Food for thought and a dishwasher too
Here at Red Dirt Farm, Magnolia blooms and sweet honeysuckle are perfuming the humid air. Fireflies are lighting the night skies. It is as one expects it to be this time of year. Although, the Magnolia blooms aren’t as heavy as normal, perhaps because of a late frost. Once again, our routine,… Continue reading Fireflies, happy dog dance and one duck in the living room
Few sounds evoke that old country farm-house nostalgia as hearing rain on an old tin roof.
Today I’m heading out to face one of my fears. It is just something I have to do. Sometimes I get scared.
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.
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… Continue reading under the magic blanket