Remembering Mom’s Tomatoes; Starting Our Garden

I can picture her there – a sweater, a pair of worn-up jeans, soil all over her long fingers. Her shoulders are sloped over the garden benches as she drops hundreds of individual tomato seeds into seedling flats.  She sings while she works. Two springs before...

A Self-Sustaining Safe Haven

For a minimal expenditure and an hour or so of effort night and morning, the farm gained a steady, dependable income. All this conformed to the ideal of my grandfather’s generation of farmers, which was to ‘sell something every week’ — a maxim...

When The Impatiens Glow

Last night, as I was walking in from shutting up the chickens for the night, they glowed.  Almost as if moonlight was dancing on their petals, except there was no moon.  These salmon-pink impatiens were lighting up the night for me.  It was a welcome blessing after...