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.
The grass is coming back in the pasture, slowly. To buy time until it is ready to put the sheep and cows back on it, we have run them through the orchard, and pastured them on the laneway, but they still want more. We don't want to feed them exclusively on hay before winter even… Continue reading Four Legged Brush Removal
The very first thing we made with our home-grown, home-milled wheat flour. Added water (and nothing else) to make a batter of a soupy consistency. Dropped on a parchment paper lined baking sheet. After about 5 minutes at 400 degrees we took them out and traced crosses in them, then baked them for another 5… Continue reading Altar Breads
Here it is, October. Not a ripe tomato to be seen!?
Stand is a little weak on the outsides of the rows. I might beef it up with some more seed. We have a few more weeks before the short sunlight day.
This week has kind of gotten away from us, in terms of getting out of control busy, but we still managed to push ahead on one project that has been in the works for the last year. We got the grain mill set up on the porch at the farm. This is not an ideal… Continue reading Milling the wheat
Homeschooling is a lot like farming. You never can tell how long it is going to take. The job that took 5 minutes last week might take 5 hours the next. The kids that did all their school perfectly without any need for input yesterday might not be able to manage 2+2 without asking for… Continue reading Odd Jobs
A friend texted me yesterday to let me know that Iran is firing rockets at Israel and to ask if I thought we were headed towards WW III? I appreciate the heads up because I assiduously avoid the news. At the time I was quite busy. Homeschool goes on apace in the shop, while work… Continue reading Does it Matter?
Winter Garlic is in.
Our local hardware store was having a sale on their brassica starts. Also, let's repair this water line that Daddy stabbed with the potato fork. Some cabbages, some kale and some brussels sprouts. Hopefully we can have fresh green food through the winter this year.
Little Farm in the Big City 