104/365. who’s your farmer.

104/365. who’s your farmer.

once a year we get a letter from a local, amish, organic poultry farmer named freeman miller. he asks us how many broilers we want and in the middle of the summer we get a postcard asking us to come pick them up on the day they are “processed” by hand.

i enjoy the tradition of getting to go out and talk with freeman and see his children. often Odin comes along. it’s neat that some years we’ve been out of town and neighbors have been thoughtful enough to pick up our birds for us without asking since freeman has no refrigerated storage.

i guess freeman must be getting more customers because the letters used to be handwritten.

100/365. losing hope on our beloved peach tree.

100/365. losing hope on our beloved peach tree.

the winter before last took a huge toll on our peach tree ( the one that taught me The Transformative Power of A Real Peach ( and a little heavy whipping cream ) ) and last summer we didn’t get any fruit but the tree had a few dozen leaves on it so we thought maybe, just maybe, it needed to take a rest. But spring has sprung and I’m not seeing any buds at all. boooooooo.

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