
Over the Eastern Ridge
It is far too early for the rooster to crow, and truth be told too early for my eyes to be focused on this glowing

It is far too early for the rooster to crow, and truth be told too early for my eyes to be focused on this glowing

Ahead of the rain I decided the most critical task was digging the remainder of sweet potatoes. Mason sat patiently and close, hoping I’d unearth

As imagined, my ability to post every weekday for a month has not exactly panned out. However, I do think making it a practice for

It’s been a productive stretch of days around here. Thankfully, our weather has turned properly cool for autumn, which makes the work quite pleasant. I

In the heat of the day I processed more tomatoes for the freezer. All that remains is in the greenhouse, which will be another haul

I pulled my knitting from the basket and stitched another inch or so onto the second sleeve of my muted-purple cardigan, the one I’ve been

The time that I give myself for writing these little missives was taken up by a nap on Friday. Finally! A nap to set the

The potato digging theme of my days continues. I’m not sure how many ways I can express my adoration for our potato harvest this year,

I loved reading about your desire for rest and slow mornings on my last post. I have been spending a lot of time on Instagram