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HOMEMADE LIVING: HOME DAIRY

 

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HOMEMADE LIVING: CANNING & PRESERVING

 

HOMEMADE LIVING: KEEPING CHICKENS


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  • I love what I do. That includes staging a
  • He may be a newly minted 4 year-old, but he still has a round baby nose and says things like
  • Hot dogs for the birthday boy at Montreat Park (from Foothills Meat), as requested.
  • Montreat. Amazing every day of the year, especially today, on Huxley's birthday.
  • On the eve of his 4th birthday, being the wild gnome that he is. My one and only.
  • Out on the patio. Definitely looking, and feeling, like autumn today!
  • One week ago today, Huxley, @glennbenglish, and I boarded a ferry and left our
  • Today was pretty rad. Any day that involves fall foliage, plaid flannel, good friends, vintage pickup trucks, pumpkin ale, twice -baked stuffed potatoes, roasted cheesy broccoli, and all beef chili is alright by me.
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Remember the Sabbath

It’s Sunday, which means I’m doing things like piling logs into the wood stove (note the spectral reflection?), making a go of it at yeast-based bread-making, working on the Introduction to Raising Chickens, watching the sun set over the mountains from my office window, and looking over old letters from friends, including a correspondence with Ryan Adams from back in ’91. It’s funny, the people you meet, having no idea who they will become. 

The dogs are jostling for ownership of a random animal leg bone they found outside. That’s actually an upgrade from the dead shrew Dexter was running around with this morning. I missed that he’d brought it indoors, where he unceremoniously deposited it beside the dining room table. Country living at its finest.