The Garden as Scrapbook

  When I refer to our microfarm, I am talking about just over five thousand square feet of heirloom gardening spaces, that my husband and I have carved out, cared for, slowly added to and greatly benefitted from for the last almost decade.  Our home sits on a very rural, mostly wooded, forty-five acres, so… Continue reading The Garden as Scrapbook

Utterly Chard-ming

First, yes, it is a terrible pun.  But in all honesty, I had a dream about writing this post, and that is the title I watched myself type in the dream.  So who am I to interfere with subconscious inspiration/intervention? Moving on… Our garden is still loaded with beautiful food.  But as is the case… Continue reading Utterly Chard-ming