yesterday was a big ol’ day for us here at the farmhouse. see, we’ve been planning for september 6th practically since the moment we stepped through the front door of 472o e. hueneme. we trick length people recommended – more she in far. invited all of our friends and family to come and celebrate the … Continue reading oh, the house was blessed
Blogging tardiness: Cristy Rose
My sisterfriends are shining here on the blog, and I’m feeling compelled to step things up. Thus, I’ve made a list of topics I’d like to cover in today’s blog: Process-Relational Theology/Thealogy, the main point behind the Bible from where I stand now, Water Conservation Month, and lastly, the need for a Wailing Wall. Before … Continue reading Blogging tardiness: Cristy Rose
fighter jets, a good excuse to go camping, and bunnies
Here on the farm we have interesting neighbors. I haven’t actually met anyone who lives on our road, because there isn’t really anyone (and maybe that’s why it’s so hard to get our trash collected), but the other inhabitants of our area do make life exciting. #1 NAWS – the Naval Air Weapons Station. Not … Continue reading fighter jets, a good excuse to go camping, and bunnies
where the wild things are
i’m going to take a cue from erynn and add subtitles, so here it goes: where the wild things are (the upcoming film and my excitement) now, this has nothing to do with farming (at all, i’m talking whatsoever), but this is my blogging night and i’m tired and at this moment, i am just … Continue reading where the wild things are
I do not recommend blogging while jogging
Critical thoughts on 80’s and 90’s eating and dancing So, last night my sisterfriends Cristy Rose, Sarah, and I went on quite the dance adventure in Santa Monica and Hermosa Beach. After a long day of labor intensive work (brunch meeting from 10 am-1pm, lunch meeting with Farmer Blair from Indiana who talked about raising … Continue reading I do not recommend blogging while jogging
what we’re actually up to
Over the past couple of days I’ve gotten multiple phone calls, emails, and g-chat messages beginning with inquiries into whether I am all sore and blistered/toned and tan from spending all day in the fields tending vegetables and reciting Wendell Berry poetry with my sisterfriends. As I began to compose this post in my head … Continue reading what we’re actually up to
