Another Beautiful Day In Chaos

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't…

Canning

Day 8: What is your dream job?

To be a financially successful farmer. I really hate leaving the house, if the truth be told. I’d be blissfully happy to work from home and avoid people even more than I already do. I work in a small group that I manage so it’s essentially my way or the highway in my life, with the exception of my garden. I love the messy wetness of it all. The dirty […]

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Fermented obsession

The thing about having a garden and being moderately OCD is that I grow things I don’t eat, purely for color and shape. I end up with a lot of shallots, cabbage, beets, and so on… Some of it takes up a huge amount of space after you have harvested the garden for frost. 8 cabbages, for instance. I was trying to juggle other groceries in amongst the giant purple […]

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Dirt

My garden is a luxury item I can’t help but afford because walking through the gate is my favorite form of therapy.  I find more joy in spraying myself with mosquito repellant and putting on a headlamp to garden in the moonlight, than I have ever found on a date. My tomatoes are starting to ripen and things are getting tall and lush. It’s beginning to look like I actually […]

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Jenni’s Heirloom Marinara

The funny thing about being a gardener is that the vegetables don’t care how you feel. When they’re ripe, it’s time to can them or throw all your hard work away. It was a horrible year for my garden, so I am a slave to canning any and everything as soon as it’s ripe. Yesterday, it was the marinara I’ve perfected after 20 years and I’m going to share the […]

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Oh She of so much faith…

I woke up to silence… a tiny furry Yorkie dog sleeping as close as he can get to me without being actually ON me. Kicking the covers off, knowing as soon as my naked foot landed on top of the fluffy cloud of down comforters heaped on my bed, my little Tucker Max would be running for my sparkly red toenails. He loves feet. Especially mine. Giggling & fighting him […]

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