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  • The hidden life beneath our feet...

    The hidden life beneath our feet...

    Yesterday morning, after a cool night and a little rain, I took a walk through the farm and found these fascinating little mushrooms popping up in several of the herb planters. I love moments like this because they remind me...

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  • A Quieter Movement

    A Quieter Movement

    It was a cold morning here on the farm as our first major frost traced the feathery leaves of the yarrow in silver. This time of year, I love watching the plants begin their return to the earth. As summer’s...

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  • A Little Cotton, A Lot of Family History

    A Little Cotton, A Lot of Family History

    Little Glimmers from the Farm Sometimes the things we plant grow into something much bigger than we ever expected. This spring, I decided it would be fun to try growing cotton. I had visions of those beautiful little white cotton...

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  • Four Little Plants and a Whole Lot of Heat!

    Four Little Plants and a Whole Lot of Heat!

    Little Glimmers from the Farm Who knew four little cayenne pepper plants could produce so much? Today I gathered the last of this year's cayenne peppers, and I have to say, these four little plants have been wonderfully productive! They've...

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  • A Little More to Give

    A Little More to Give

    Little Glimmers from the Farm October is here, and the lavender field still has a few surprises for me. Today I gathered a late-season harvest of Betty's Blue lavender. These beautiful deep purple blossoms are one of the last gifts...

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  • Unexpected Company

    Unexpected Company

    Little Glimmers from the Farm After lunch today, Lilah and I were enjoying a little playtime on the porch, tossing her ball and soaking up the afternoon. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something small and brown...

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  • Rainy-Day Glimmer — Colors Revealed

    Rainy-Day Glimmer — Colors Revealed

    We’ve had enough rain this week to turn the driveway into a small lake, but the same rain filled the old birdbath holding our collected rocks. Wet from the storm, every stone suddenly deepened in color and showed off patterns...

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  • When the Clouds Become Stories

    When the Clouds Become Stories

    Little Glimmers from the Farm Yesterday, I found myself with something that sometimes feels like a rare luxury — a little quiet time with absolutely nothing pressing that needed my attention. I sat watching the breeze gently move through the...

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