They will rebuild the ruined cities and live in them. They will plant vineyards and drink their wine; they will make gardens and eat their fruit.
Daddy was working out of town for four days last week, so it was not a very family friendly week, and consequently, slim blogging about the farm. This week Daddy is back at home and it's a short week because Thanksgiving is almost upon us. But we are trying to take the time to get… Continue reading Carrots and Parsnips and Eggs, Oh MY!
Welcome to my inaugural post! My hope is to share with you how we use the bounty we harvest from Three Hearts Farm to feed our family and community. There is something very satisfying about being able to grow and make food for others. This weekend we were had the opportunity to do just that.… Continue reading Saturday Night Dinner
Well, Esmerelda may be still suspicious of the two-legged ones, but the boys, Lard and Bacon, are more than happy to hang out with Ellie… If she is carrying a food bucket.
Well, Folks, we definitely had a good time at the Ciderfest. It was not so big as we had thought (feared) it might become, and that was just as well, because it still took us 8 hours from first press to the last jar sealed. Of course the process began weeks ago, really, with collecting… Continue reading Ciderfest 2023
This is always one of my favorite views when I am able to work on the farm early in the morning.
This is always one of my favorite views when I am able to work on the farm early in the morning.
Well, our three little pigs are doing well after almost two weeks. They have ugly, wrinkly little faces. They have figured out where the warm place to snuggle on cold nights is. They have figured out that the dog is annoying but can't actually get at them. They have learned that the geese are probably… Continue reading The Pee Little Thrigs
Seppi and Daddy went to the farm early on Friday to drop off apples and dig carrots and parsnips for Saturday’s soup. Some of these parsnips are gigantic! Unlike the carrots. We don’t have a speeding fork at the farm yet, so we tried to use the dung fork to break the ground. Alas, poor… Continue reading Soup Anyone?
Little Farm in the Big City 