Back To The Land

Back to the land we go.

Decades ago we had a mini-farm with a large garden and lots of critters.
I fell in love all over again with my city boy husband who worked the land for me.

Somewhere along the line we decided to put our efforts into growing children.

Lots of them.
As summer dawns, the land is calling again.

There are no babies to tend.

The smell of the soft sweet earth beckons the pioneer woman within.

I must heed the call.

Our token garden in the land of pine trees, ants, and sandy soil.
Two towns over and a few miles as the crow flies is a farm with room to share.
I fear my eyes are bigger than my stomach.
The landowner happily tilling up more soil for the 4 families participating in our community garden.
We women were on our hands and knees.
She showed us how to make the perfect moat around each plant.
Taking a break from hoeing hills; close to 50. He willingly breaks out in blisters for me.

Where are all the children you say?
All 15 of them? No kidding.
We decided they were on weed duty for ever after.
Or they don't eat.
Period.

Every planting needs a celebratory cookout.

I have about 100 black fly bites but...

I'm happy to have dirt under my fingernails again.