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Pasture & forest-raised ADGA registered Nubians | CAE, CL & Johne’s tested negative herd

10/17/2026

The days of walking out to the garden and figuring out dinner based on whatever is ready are just about over.

And that makes me a little sad.

I’m going to miss grabbing tomatoes still warm from the sun, pulling an onion because I need one, or realizing I forgot an ingredient and just walking outside to get it.

But I’m also ready for the break.

By the end of the season, the garden starts feeling a little less like a peaceful hobby and a little more like a needy toddler. Pick me. Water me. W**d me. Deal with these 47 zucchini immediately.

There’s still food tucked away for winter, and there are already plans forming in my head for next year. But for a little while, I’m ready to let the garden sleep.

And maybe me too. 😂

What's on the plate? Teriyaki chili crisp chicken thigh with garden veg and rice.

10/16/2026

This is the view out my bedroom window.

That dirt road winding off into the distance is my driveway. And some days, I swear, it feels like it goes on forever.

I love that.

There is something about wide open spaces that has always called to me. Space to wander. Space to grow things. Space for dogs to run, gardens to sprawl, trees to do whatever trees decide they're going to do. Space where you can look out a window and not immediately see someone else's house staring back at you.

I've never particularly liked feeling contained.

I don't need everything neat and close and convenient. Give me a dirt road disappearing around a bend. Give me woods and fields and more sky than seems reasonable. Give me enough room that the rest of the world feels very far away sometimes.

Some people might look at a driveway like this and think it's ridiculously long.

I look at it and think "freedom".

And on evenings when the sky decides to put on a show like this, I can't imagine wanting my bedroom window to look out on anything else.

10/15/2026

This morning I've having a non traditional breakfast - bean soup with smoke turkey, ham and garden greens. Delicious nutrition in a bowl!

10/14/2026

House Hippo Shenanigans
Episode 27: The Opportunist

And here, in the wilds of the home office, we observe the elusive house hippo in her natural habitat.

Moments earlier, the human had been sitting peacefully at her desk, a soft blanket draped across her legs. Eventually, duty called. The human stood, the blanket slid to the floor, and she wandered away.

A seemingly insignificant event.

But not to the house hippo.

Some time later, the human noticed something troubling. Pixel was missing.

A search commenced.

And then, upon returning to the office, the truth was revealed.

There, tucked beneath the abandoned blanket, was the house hippo. Fully snuggled. Fully asleep. Not a single concern about the fact that this blanket had belonged to someone else approximately five minutes earlier.

Remarkable.

The house hippo is an opportunistic creature. She does not waste energy constructing her own nest when a perfectly serviceable, pre-warmed human nest has recently become available.

And so she sleeps.

The human, having clearly forfeited all legal rights to the blanket by standing up, must now find another.

Nature is magnificent.

10/13/2026

Check out this monster the earth provided!

My XXL spud took almost **two hours** to bake in the oven and, as you can see, filled the bowl to the tippy top.

I added more butter than I probably should have, some freshly unpackaged cheddar, sour cream, my “recycled” green onions, and bacon “bits.”

And no, not the Franken-bits from the salad section of the grocery store. 😂 I bake my bacon and keep it in the fridge for the week. Inevitably, a few strips get broken along the way, and this week’s casualties ended up in my lunch. Waste not, want not!

Such a simple, ridiculously tasty lunch.

And really, we don’t give the humble potato enough credit. Potatoes were cultivated in the Andes of South America for thousands of years before making their way to Europe in the 1500s. Once they reached the Old World, they eventually became an incredibly important food crop because they could produce a whole lot of nutrition and calories from a relatively small patch of ground.

From feeding civilizations in the New World to becoming a staple that helped feed generations across Europe and beyond, that lumpy little thing has done some serious heavy lifting.

Today, mine mostly did some heavy lifting holding butter, cheese, sour cream, bacon and green onions. And I appreciate its service. 😂🥔

10/12/2026

A friend of mine and I have been arguing about whether I have chicory growing in my yard or asters. The fact that this is something we apparently argue about probably means we’re getting old. Well, she’s over 50, so she’s old. I’m just less old.

Today I was out walking the fence lines and look what I found growing straight out of an old fallen New England rock wall.

Asters.

It’s the middle of October in New Hampshire. The leaves are dropping, the garden is calling it quits, frost is lurking, and these tough little critters are still going strong.

Growing out of a pile of rocks, no less.

New England wildflowers really do understand the assignment: find somewhere mildly inhospitable and thrive out of spite.

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