These days I mostly try not to write. My life is so full of work and family and weeding. But every now and then, my brain starts to itch and the only way to scratch that itch is writing. This is where you will find my most recent scratchings.
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I Wanna Be a Farmer
It’s true. I always thought I wanted to be an Alaskan bush homesteader, but turns out, I wanna be a farmer. This realization has been sinking in for a few years now. My Man and I joke about it, I’ve even considered a blog called The Farmer and The Lawyer. Because, in the family/culture I grew up in, lawyers were the absolute bottom of the barrel. Worse maybe than politicians. Scum of the earth, and all that. Never, never in a million years would I have believed I would marry one! And of course, the lawyering surfaced after the marrying.…
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Red Gold: Of Strawberry Jam and House Hurricanes
On Tuesday, still half sick and under the constraints of my No-Frills Five, I went to the farmer’s market. List in hand, I dutifully got eggs, milk and beets. As for a treat (I’ve cultivated the bad habit of always getting us a treat there) The Toddler got a free sample of chocolate milk from the dairy folks. I was quaffling on strawberries, in my head, knowing they’d be there. My No-Frills concept does not exclude grocery shopping, but it does limit me to things that are on my list of staples. Fruit is a staple. Local, in-season fruit is…
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Harvests! + Stop Buying Salad Dressing NOW
I am positively quivering with excitement. My garden is growing fantastically! Finally, I have a garden! And this Southern climate is giving me her goodness– a few of my earlier planted things are ready for harvest! I bought some collard and chard starts last fall, thinking I’d have my garden bed much sooner. They sat in a planter on our porch all winter (meaning December-February) not doing much, and I figured them for stunted. But when my garden bed was finally ready to plant, and I didn’t have anything to put in yet, I thought what the hell? I’ll throw…
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Putting the Wife Back in Housewifery
Since I pretty much just chewed him out in front of the wide world with that last post, I thought now might be a good time to introduce My Man. Wonderful, loving husband. Fantastic, devoted father. A few months ago, a friend pointed out a conspicuous lack of mention, throughout my blog, of My Man. I had to go back through all my old posts myself, and yup, hardly a word about him. Huh. Really? First I’d like to say that I am, in fact, happily married. I feel 100% confident that my husband would say the same. And we…
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Holidays=Compromise, A Rant
I think I might be gearing up to hate holidays. And that is so, so sad, because really I love holidays. But, pretty much every holiday since the Toddler was born has just brought me angst. My Man and I have the same argument every time, where we both want to provide her with the experience we remember and cherish, each obviously thinking our way is best. It pretty much comes down to candy and cheap plastic toys. I hate both. I mean, true secretly I have a junk food tooth, but it’s certainly not something I want to encourage…
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