from sky to seed

  • Behold, harvest!

    Not Such A Dumbass After All

    I had more than my share of struggles this summer — namely super shitty terrible hard soggy sticky clay soil — which left me less than enthusiastic to write. After…

  • Fourth of July on the farm.

    Fire! Fire!

    How am I so behind on this blog? Laziness, mostly, but our Internet has also been down for the past several weeks. It’s great for some reasons (no more technology in bed!)…

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    First Planting

    A bunch of plain brown dirt doesn’t make for the prettiest portrait background, but that’s the reality of gardening. It ain’t always pretty, and it’s…

  • Beloved, beloved, beloved on a stormy, nameless beach on the Florida Gulf last December.

    The Brief Now

    “Healing is a small and ordinary and very burnt thing.” – Cheryl Strayed I have four magazine deadlines in six days and I’ve been away for a long time, but…

  • The emblem from Jay Leno's millionaire friend's race car.

    Circus Monkeys

    Yesterday was the 6th annual fly-in at Stearman Field, a small, privately-owned airport just outside of Wichita.  Jon knows the owners from an aircraft purchase a few years…

  • Hello, baby squash!  Welcome to the world!

    Welcome to the World, Baby Sprouts!

    I spent a long weekend in Upstate New York, neglecting the seeds and everything they promised for a long, rainless stretch of days.  When I got back to Missouri, two of the…

  • Pax, my moody, kooky, brilliant, nine year old blue merle border collie.

    Every Dog Day

    An easy summary of farming life with Pax, my dog, via stolen passages from the incredibly beautiful The Dog Stars by Peter Heller: “We need a hill, I called, picking up the…

  • Sunset on the country road home.

    There Be Monsters

    The corner of Missouri that I’m starting to call “home” is a community so small that when you walk into a liquor store, people tip their heads and ask,…

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    Sowing, Sowing, Sown

    Last March, I gave Jon the poem, “A Birthday” by W.S.  Merwin.  Its closing lines: “The long way to you is still tied to me / but it brought me to you”…

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    Meet Gray Cat

    We’ve got a new addition around the house…! Gray Cat. He’s the best. He truly is! And I hate cats! But Gray Cat? He comes running…

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    On Flowers

    My flower garden sucked, and I mean sucked, this year. All the lame, smelly ones, like marigolds, flourished, but I’m not so much a fan of…

    Coming storm front.

    Storms and Skies

    Missouri teeters on the edge of Spring and Summer, a changeling thing. It happened so swiftly, as if underfoot, almost without my noticing. The world is…

    At the corner of 14th & Oak

    The musings of a woman born four decades too late.

    300 stories

    A continuing mission to produce flash fiction stories in 300 words (or less)

    For Dragonflies And Me

    Come and share in the simple things I love in my life!

    Write On Target

    Where writers meet and words come to life

    Homestead Honey

    Inspiration for a Radical Homestead

    eCharta

    The blog

    I Quit My Job and Moved to Guam

    My Guamanian Adventures!

    The Slow Foods Mama

    { sowing seeds of sanity in an insane food system }

    Garden of Eve

    Growing my own, from garden to table.

    The Cosy Kitchen

    Food. Friends. Fridays.

    Day by Day the Farm Girl Way...

    Simple life on a little piece of land.

    Gwirrel's Garden

    : Doesn't like reality :

    Milkwood: homesteading skills for city & country

    Awesome homesteading skills for city & country. We keep it simple, organic and deliciously real...

    The Garden Smallholder

    Growing Veg & Chicken Keeping in a Rural Back Garden

    Sorry Television

    Reading a book a week

    write meg!

    Another take on writing, reading, loving -- and eating

    Sublime Palate

    food and thoughts . . .

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