homesteading

  • Returning

    Nothing says welcome home like the crunch of thousands of dead fly carcasses. Continue reading

    Returning
  • A Eulogy for the Butterboy

    The garden is officially winding down. The boss man harvested all the green tomatoes off our wilting plants and pulled the last of the corn — oh Butter Boy you served us well, time to put you away until next… Continue reading

    A Eulogy for the Butterboy