Signs of Life Days Twenty-Four through Twenty-Six
We’ve gotten hawkish with our weekends. Protective, limiting, careful. We’ve skipped church more often than ever because we need sleep, time, a brea...
We’ve gotten hawkish with our weekends. Protective, limiting, careful. We’ve skipped church more often than ever because we need sleep, time, a brea...
In the ground this season we have basil, sweet peas, yellow onions, russet and fingerling potatoes, red peppers, cucumbers, and Japanese eggplant. There’s...
My sinuses hate everything about right now, but the scenery is gorgeous. The boys are working double time on their school work today to ensure their spring brea...
Spring had finally arrived in our little corner of North Georgia and Jeremy, my three-and-a-half-year-old outdoorsman, couldn’t wait to pick me a flower. ...
So glad you showed up. The garden is nearly prepped, so more goodness will be growing soon. Spring is happiness.
I know this is a weed, but it’s also a hint of things to come. A week ago we were sledding in a foot of snow. Today, I’m on the verge of turning o...