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.
Busy day last Tuesday. We dug all the taters. This year we planted German Butterball variety. We had never tried them before, but they had the word "butter" in the title, so Mommy had to have them. We also found a volunteer tomato, looks like it came from one of last year's costolutos. Lots of… Continue reading Taters and Wheat
Didn’t get much time at the farm yesterday, spent about an hour in the afternoon, getting a new paddock set up for the cows and the sheep in the Orchard, and prepping the legume to be planted to wheat, hopefully today. Math. Still needs to get done. One of the things we needed to set… Continue reading Clearing the legumes
Miss Winnie is now two years old. As a newly minted two-year-old she feels that she should be directly involved in all the major tasks on the farm. Whatever Mommy or Daddy are doing, Winnie wants to help with it. She won't hear any of this nonsense about, "No, you're too little." What do you… Continue reading Me-Me do!
The cows are her favorites. Just like her Mommy.
This is what the farm is for. Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,There's always food, and good red wine.At least, I have always known it so.Benedicamo Domino.- Hilaire Belloc
"Daddy, do you need any help?" Little Miss "I'm-Almost-Two-I-Don't-Need-To-Nap!" Of course I do!
Saturday morning, just like most mornings right about now, Daddy was digging a ditch, somewhere between 5 and 6 AM, and he looked at where the ditch started... And where the ditch was going... and realized that this is more or less the line where we want to build a gate across the driveway. This… Continue reading Squirrel!
Getting ready to go to the farm on Tuesday Morning. Seppi picked out his farming outfit with care. Hat to keep the sun off. 'Spenders to keep his shorts up. Boots to keep his feet from getting poked. And a bag of books, because we had to go to take the older girls to violin,… Continue reading Helping out
No National Guard this month, so we had a rare opportunity to go to First Saturday Mass together as a family. Coming home, daddy made some breakfast for himself, Was he allowed to eat it by himself? Absolutely not. Deedee and Papa came by to borrow some tools that Papa had loaned us, Seppi immediately… Continue reading That’s One Way of Doing it
When I was a kid, my Dad and Grandpa had a fencing wagon. It was a large flatbed that pulled behind a tractor, always disorganized, loaded with a jumbled rack of wooden fence posts and rolls of wire, stacks of step-in metal fenceposts, buckets and bags of insulaters and gate handles, usually a few fencing… Continue reading Fixing Fence
Little Farm in the Big City 