There was a flurry of activity in the kitchen this morning. Homemade yogurt was straining, dried pinto beans were soaking, and my arms were working at the food mill, as I weeded out peels and seeds ...
Family
The art of Trading
I first learned the art of trading in the suburbs. The neighbor behind me became my best friend. We both had similar dreams, to move to the country, grow our own food, and teach our children to ...
It takes a Village
"This is going to be the best harvest yet!" I proclaimed to anyone who would listen. Last year's garden, well, I wouldn't even call it a garden. It was so sad that even the deer and rabbits didn't ...