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 Summer harvest is just beginning! On Monday we did another picking of raspberries (pretty slim pickings, at this point) and we did our first picking of beans. Ellie bet Uncle that he would not find any beans on the west side of the beans. She bet him one scone for each bean that he… Continue reading Summer Harvest
I used to call them taters. Now I call them Tato's. 'Cause that's what Winnie calls them. Monday was the day to plant them. It was actually a bit late, by over a month. Unfortunately, it has just been that kind fo a gardening year. Everything has been getting pushed back and delayed by all… Continue reading First Round of Tato’s
People have lots of different reasons for homesteading and homeschooling. For us, homeschooling was thrust upon us by COVID whether we would or no, it just turned out to be a serendipitous event. We continue it now because we see the results, compared to other non-homeschooled kids; but even more so, for moments like this.… Continue reading Food: Pork Chops, Baby ‘Tatoes, Green Beans and Blackberry Rhubarb Crumble.
Saturday was a busy garden day. Daddy and Winnie and Seppi got out there early, prepping last year's legume row to be ready for winter wheat. Of course, we do not hold with muzzling the ox that treadeth out the grain. In other words, snacks for everyone in the garden. This is a radish. We… Continue reading Fall Harvesting: Apples, Wheat, Taters, and Garlic.
We have been talking extensively about the modern western economic system in Men's Group recently. Suffice it to say we have a few critiques. I thought about sharpening up my pitchfork, but decided to make sauerkraut and read "Cathonomics" instead. Man invented usury, but God gives for free. I wonder if we can make wine… Continue reading Lord’s Day Dinner: Man Style
This is a story about what happened last Thursday. this is ellie this is a picture of me and rhea l am wareing a yellw hedaband I found Althir. Althir is a big hollow tree known as the lair of the Sable Quean. (This is a book from Redwall. Okay now, back to the blog.)… Continue reading Farm Feast
If you don't grow potatoes, I wish you would. If for no other reason, than the opportunity to experience digging potatoes with a small person. It's as much fun as an easter egg hunt. Actually, it is more fun than an easter egg hunt, because the grownup can actually take part in it. The gloves… Continue reading Taters!
It's a busy time of year for the garden. Also a tricky one. Western Washington has a tendency to draw spring out, somewhat unnecessarily, as it seems to us who grew up elsewhere. In Upstate NY, spring is a couple of weeks of mud, followed by summer. Average air temps and soil temps go up… Continue reading Garden Catch-Up
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
Fun fact about our potatoes this year. The best yield we got were from volunteers, plants that sprouted from potatoes left in the ground from last year. Not sure why. Possibly Yukons are just more prolific than Butterballs; perhaps the fact that they were in the ground over the winter, cool but not frozen, damp… Continue reading Potato Experiment
Little Farm in the Big City 