Iron Skillets to Blues: A September Photo Olio.
There has been little posting of late, as this September has been filled with physical labor: cutting and splitting firewood, carpentry work, mowing and pruning and feeding the brush pile, […]
There has been little posting of late, as this September has been filled with physical labor: cutting and splitting firewood, carpentry work, mowing and pruning and feeding the brush pile, […]
A few days ago my cell phone rang. My cracked-screen, ancient cell phone made in 2007 or so, is a gift from the “old electronics” drawer of a child who years ago had […]
Another month has come. September. September, the month whose name means “seven” but whose place in the order of the year is actually ninth. Who thought that one up??? The Roman […]
Each gardening year, Wishetwurra Farm allows itself at least one experimental or useless attempt, usually a new crop or a new variety of something we’ve never tried before. Last year […]
The next-eldest grandson’s mother called “Poppa” to see if he could take care of one of her sons for a half a day while she had some things to do. […]