Repeat after me:

Onions, carrots, cabbage, onions, carrots, broccoli, onions, carrots, [brassica]… .

I’m planting this weekend. 

Throw in some lettuce & a radish or two, some peas/beans, summer & winter squash, a cucumber,  tomatoes, peppers, and eggplant, and you’re good to go. Don’t forget the okra and corn.

This is my third season veggie garden here at the farm. 


The first year I was focused in tomatoes and peppers. Last year I had a wonderful Spring garden, and some winter rutabagas.

This year, I want it all. I want corn, and okra, and beans, and lettuce, and radishes, and tomatoes and peppers, and eggplant, and summer & winter squash, and onions, and carrots, and brassicas.

Wish me luck!

What with the bugs, and the pine pollen,

and Missy shedding her German Shepherd undercoat and all, we agreed that we should crank it down and run the A/C for a few minutes.

It wasn’t so much about the temperature– the house is structured such that it takes a while to warm up/cool down, which is good. It’s been unseasonably warm, and the house is still fairly cool. It was about ventilation/circulation. 


When I did research on live animals, I learned about air-exchanges.

We just needed to exchange some air. I’d opened some windows a couple of days ago and let some fresh air in on the wind or whatever– and I didn’t close the windows when I turned the A/C on. 60*. It was cranking. Reset.

I can no longer imagine what it must be like to live in a place where you cannot exchange fresh spring air for the stale winter air in your house.

May God have Pity on Your Soul or something. I’m not up on my verses.