How To Vampire-proof Your Home (aka The Garlic Harvest)
For as much as I cook things that include copious amounts of garlic, oddly, it never occurred to me that I could plant and harvest
For as much as I cook things that include copious amounts of garlic, oddly, it never occurred to me that I could plant and harvest
I am, as predicted, dirty and sore and tired and a little sunburnt and, honestly, do you want to know how I feel? Holy-effing-amazing. AMAZING.
I went in to my “vacation” week just barely holding on to all of the details of my life … all of the details– sleep,
Listen, logically you might think mixing alcohol and power tools is a bad idea… and, well, you would probably be right. But you know what
It only took two years of living on the farm for me to recognize that there’s a very fine line between holy-effing-freezing and holy-shit-my-garden-should-have-been-planted-already. As
Over the weekend I finally got around to cleaning out all of those raised beds I built and grew an overwhelming amount of tomatoes in
A few weeks ago when my mom and I were drinking bottles of wine ah, working on the pasture fence, we got the bright idea
Saying that I’ve got a calm and understanding temper might be overstating it a bit, but I’d like to think that after a decade of
If Jane Austen wrote a book about me: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single girl in possession of a small farm must
You know that phrase generally used after eating three pounds of pumpkin ravioli with a handful of buttered rolls and then washing it down with
I haven’t had a ton of success with my previous gardening attempts, despite the fact that I come from a long line of women who
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Back in 2004 I started writing about my adventures in fixing up houses on the internet. A lot of things have changed since then, with me, with my houses, and with the internet. These days I am basically a cranky old man trapped in a slightly less old woman’s body. The internet has changed and I am staunchly refusing to change with it. You won’t find any algorithms here, or feeds, or ads, or social media. Just good old-fashioned stories about a woman drinking beer and building shit, and living an unexpected life.
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