I made her. This wonderful, amazing, open-minded, charismatic, self-assured little woman...she's mine.
Nearly every morning, after my first cup of coffee is poured, I take it out to the garden and sit on the swinging bench that overlooks the weedy stretch of space we’ve attempted to make our garden this year. And every morning I feel an immense pride for what we are accomplishing. I sit in… Continue reading Being a Farm Girl is Hard Work