Wife, writer, tinkerer, grower of food. I'm happiest outside our rambling farmhouse with a basket looped on my arm, picking dinner from the garden. That's joy right there. Please follow along; I'm so glad you're here!
Things are looking SO good. I'm about at the point where I've dealt with it all-- that first post-winter clean-out is so important. It's amazing how far some of these spots have come, even just since last year. For instance, this bed by our garage. Those variegated dogwoods light up like incandescent bulbs in the late-afternoon sunshine.
This was last year...
And the circle garden is really filling in, too, and looking just great. This was 2013.
It has been incredibly unbelievably DRY, that I will say. Things are mulched, but still. We need rain. I lost my first round of tomatoes to a very cold night last week, but the second round are now in, and doing fine. I have peppers and even okra this year-- a new one for me-- and will get to planting beans and squashes and cukes this weekend. Meanwhile, the flowers are looking just positively to die for. The outdoors, at least, is ready for our Open House, which this year will be June 13th. It's one of my favorite days of the summer, every year, and I can hardly wait.
Oh, it's been a good spring so far. A busy spring. The mother's day rush nearly capsized my little Etsy shop, but in the process I had two $1000+ weeks. My official comment on that is: da-yum.
I am working at the Earlville Opera House twice a week. It isn't easy, but it feels good.
In between the Etsy and the Opera House, I am squeezing in garden time. The peas are up. The broccoli is in. Sunday I did battle with weedblock fabric, my raspberry patch, and a truck full of mulch, and I have the bruises to prove it.
Mostly, I'm feeling like the time to post here three time a week just doesn't exist anymore-- I'm spending a lot more time earning a living, which is really what I need to be doing with my time. But the other day, I thought about the possibility that I'd get to the end of the growing season without anything to show (on the blog) for it, no photos of the garden, and that thought made me really sad. So. Here I am, briefly. I don't know how often I'll be checking in, but as I've said, there is Facebook, and there is Instagram, too, now. Actually, I am love-love-loving Instagram.
Patrick and Pete and Del and Olive and the chickens are good. Del had ACL surgery last week, and is wearing the Cone of Shame but getting around just fine. This month we're celebrating five years since we "met" Gilbertsville and put in an offer on this place, and two years since we got Del. It's really a fantastic month to be living.
Hope life is treating you well, too, wherever you be.