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.
Rosary Ruck on Saturday morning. It was good to get out and moving again. 5 miles, slow, but still rehabbing my right heel from Captain's Career Course. After the ruck I swung by the farm to do chores and pick up my wine making supplies. Uncle Adam had already done the chores, and was splitting… Continue reading Splitting the Log
A few months ago I watched a video in which John Lovell (a.k.a. the War Poet) interviewed a local farmer who has developed a method for keeping his farm productive with minimal water in the middle of an historic Georgia drought. The video is worth a watch, not because it has anything truly groundbreaking in… Continue reading Hugel beds
This is what happens when you hit too hard. The handle had been getting splintered a little at a time for the last few weeks. Sometimes with this cedar, with the twisty grain, you'll make a deep split through the middle, but leave a chunk on the near side that catches the handle just below… Continue reading Uncle’s Wood Splitter
We do not allow ourselves leisure so that we will be able to work better. We work so that we will be able to be at leisure. (Paraphrase of Josef Pieper, "Leisure, the basis of culture.") We got home from Mass and told the girls to change out of their church clothes into their relaxing… Continue reading A Quiet Sunday
Little Farm in the Big City 