O, Farmer, Wherefore Art Thou?

It’s me, the garden. I’m just wondering where you are.  Because I haven’t seen you in a while.  And there’s trouble down here.

It’s That Time

When it’s over 70 degrees at 6am, I know it’s time.  Finally. Summer is here.  It’s time to wash the goat coat and pack it away. You might call yours a barn coat.  And, officially, that’s what it is.  The coat actually spends as much time carrying chickens under a fleecy sleeve and pinning the […]