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.
If only more people understood. If only I understood. This is what Traherne was on about. I complain about not having time to get into the garden as much as I would like, and sure, there are a lot of tasks that ought to be done, for productivity and for beauty, but honestly... It still… Continue reading God Provides
We have been gone from the farm for almost two weeks, due to National Guard and a wedding in Tennessee. That's right, all the Kraeger men are married now. No more available in this batch, you'll have to wait until the next batch matures. We returned to a somewhat neglected garden. Some sort of animal… Continue reading Family Garden Day
Evie and Daddy planted cucurbits last Thursday (Holy Thursday). Four or Five different varieties of winter squash, with two varieties of pumpkin and three rather scrawny looking cucumbers and two absolutely emaciated melons. (We have never had a good melon harvest. I am about ready to give up on them.) It has been unseasonably dry,… Continue reading Cucurbits in the Garden.
Pardon me for using that dirty word on a blog that is supposed to be PG. We don't usually talk about it, but it is, unfortunately, a necessary part of life, one that we all have to deal with, alas, until the Kingdom comes. I am speaking, of course, of unrighteous mammon. A.k.a. money. Manure… Continue reading Manure: It’s kind of like Money
After the devastation caused by the slugs, it was time for a garden day. The soil temperature has been hovering between 65 and 70 degrees, and the volunteer squashes have begun popping up where the chickens missed the seeds over the winter (a sure sign that it is warm enough to germinate most seeds). The… Continue reading A Gardening Kind of Day
Sorry about such a long gap between updates. We have been very busy doing stuff, and we took a break for three days at the beginning of the week to drive down to Oregon and play on the beach. During that time, we were too busy hanging out together and watching the children run in… Continue reading A Planting Kind of Day
Little Farm in the Big City 