My childhood home was a 1930’s farmhouse situation on 3/4 of an acre in SE Portland, which as a child seemed like an endless plot of land. For someone living out in the country, that probably doesn’t seem like much. Being within the city limits though, I had the biggest yard of anyone I knew growing up. Much of the property was devoted to an
Stocking Up
I have high hopes my friend, high hopes, for my garden. You would think I would exchange those high hopes for guarded enthusiasm instead⦠This is, after all, my first permanent garden, being a new home-owner and all. But no. High hopes. My husband Jay bought me a great book I hope to put to good use this Fall. I thought it would be a
Eggs a Go-Go
I remember very vividly that cold winter day when I came screaming into the house with muddy clogs. It was the day of the first egg… As I’ve mentioned before, I adopted my girls off Craig’s List, and unfortunately they had decided to take a winter break from laying shortly before I brought them home. I had all but given up when one day I
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