Tiny barriers
I’m learning things about myself. It’s been kind of a deluge of development, these past few years. Perhaps it’s my stage of life, or the stage humanity/our culture as a whole is in, or a combination of the two? Regardless, I feel like I’m reflecting daily- reckoning between the...
Wednesday Food Post- On Eating Wild(er) Greens
It’s occurred to me many times over the past few years that if I’m ever to increase the frequency with which I write then I have to, ya know… write more. I look back at the days when I pumped out 3 or more essays a week and I’m...
Inhabiting the consequences
Those three words have been knocking around in my head on a daily basis for most of the past year. Inhabiting the consequences. This little phrase has been a distinct and ongoing meditation for me. It asks me: Are you willing to feel what it’s like to have an...
Eating fresh eggs from last April… adventures in low-tech food preservation!
Last spring I learned about a cool technique for storing eggs without refrigeration. It’s called “water glassing“. You make a really alkaline solution using hydrated lime and water, and then you submerge fresh unwashed (but not poopy) eggs into it. They can apparently store like that for upwards...
Teachers everywhere
This morning I woke up about an hour and a half later than I planned. Jeff had shut the curtain, plus it was gray and rainy and dark. Whenever this happens I kind of jolt out of bed because I hate to keep all the animals waiting. It’s not...
On winter potatoes and worship
I had to check back to see when I’d harvested potatoes. It was August 31st, I think. Even before that we’d been digging them here and there, eating the new potatoes for a couple of months.
Offering Up
“What human wants to have that much consequence in the world?
A little local life… informed by the understanding that the ripples of your days are not for you to decide their meaning. They are for you to labor in the presence of the meaning of other people- the ones...
Closer I am to fine
Last night we ate our first meal from the meat off our pigs. BLTs. This first meal was suggested by Asa, who, upon first bite, exclaimed “Yep! You all can thank me! Best idea.” I couldn’t really argue with him.
Every morning as I’m putting on my coat and boots I have a moment of resistance that I work through. The not-so-distant memory of my bed, that warm fire, the coffee scent that’s beginning to emanate, the unflattering “but why me?” thoughts that seem to follow me around in...
Short story: I gave away my microgreen business. The farm is still a thing. I’m not leaving my overall work, but I did step away from all of my money-making accounts and the daily grind. Tuesday was the last delivery! This is a good change, one that is right...
Morning chores
Microgreens- the end of an era!