And just like that, a year passes and spring returns revealing the gardens we once planted. Asking us to come back and start again. But always from a place that has grown more than we could have ever imagined. I can't believe that last year at this time my father had 25 days to live. …
Category: Urban Homesteading
Home Sweet Homestead
This weekend was the best I've had in months except for the previous weekend which I spent with a friend in the Redwoods helping her clear land during the day, and playing violin and piano together throughout the dark evening. Most of you who know me well, or all 20 of you who read my …
Mary Gilbert 