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
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… Continue reading
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.
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.