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 big kids all got to go fishing with Deedee and Papa over this last three days, so Winnie was an only child for a few days. While she likes having Mommy and Daddy all to herself (she especially enjoys lying across both our laps for our evening Rosary) she misses her siblings when they… Continue reading A Winnie and Daddy day.
Green (and purple) beans are one of those gifts that just keep on giving. And giving... And giving. I told Seppi we needed to pick beans, and he literally sprinted to the garden with excitement. "Daddy! Let's have a pick race!" Five minutes later: "Daddy, I'm going to let you win." All the little kids… Continue reading More Beans
Harvest time is always busy on the farm. Plants mature, fruit and veggies are ready when they are reay with little to no concern for what we have going on in our non-gardening lives. Tuesday was a good example of that. Beans and blackberries are both coming in hardcore, but this is also the weekend… Continue reading Busy nights
It's that time of the year! Beans are coming in. We had our first picking on Tuesday. Nasturtiums, and a hummingbird. Six quarts, first haul of the year. (The purple ones turn green when they get pressure canned.)
Well folks, I am pleased to announce that for the first time ever we have a very respectable row of cannellini beans. Those are the short beans, the tall ones are blue lakes, and French runner beans. And the cannellini are loaded! We have to wait until the plants are completely dried out and desiccated,… Continue reading Would you like a can of ‘lini?
The garden is slowly beginning to take shape. Our winter wheat is coming in very nicely, and we even have seed heads forming. The beans have come in quite satisfactory, unlike most of the rest of the seeds we have planted. We have four trellises worth of blue lake, two trellises worth of purple French… Continue reading Wheat and beans
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
For supper today we had country style ribs from our pigs, cooked in our own barbecue sauce (ours, meaning Kathleen made it and canned it, not that we grew it ourselves), with butternut squash and green beans from our garden. Helping herself to some raw garlic (from our garden) which she chewed up and swallowed.… Continue reading Our Food
