Taking Comfort In The Many Expressions Of Sourdough
February 2, 2018As a cold chill and powdery snow take over the farm, I turn inward and relish in the cozy joys of baking. My first projects involve sourdough starter.
As a cold chill and powdery snow take over the farm, I turn inward and relish in the cozy joys of baking. My first projects involve sourdough starter.
The past two growing seasons have been big flops, but I’m aiming for a few garden wins this year—even with my little one in tow.
As I prepare to dig a little deeper into life on the farm with my husband and daughter in 2018, my word of the year is “presence.”
Hope has been restored for this year’s garden, thanks to the kindness of a friend. We’re finding more and more, that’s how it goes out here.
Periodical cicadas, expected to emerge on 17-year intervals, have arrived fashionably early to the farm party.
When it comes time to deal with problem weeds, a burn may be the best answer.
The farm is starting slowly as we figure things out, but we’re making progress.
The weather and other hurdles have meant a slow start for our garden, but the asparagus row is making us feel like rockstars.
A year after finding our farm, we celebrate by foraging for violets and making syrup.
A nighttime symphony echoes through our farm, but the musicians have yet to be spotted.