The pots above were supposed to house new fig tree cuttings. Only one of the fig cuttings shows any sign of life at all. But the pots are...

When your husband (AKA, Mr. Muscle on the farm) injures himself, farm work quickly overwhelms, and we fall behind. Not only am I behind in m...

I've been meaning to show you the "new" shelves we put in the greenhouse. Aren't they grand? They were moldering away i...

 Our pasture is awash in the glow of buttercups and the aroma of clover. It's wonderful to stroll through them on the way to the garde...