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Satan's Spawn
It is the time of year when flies decide to overrun my house. I hate flies. I don't hate many things, but I hate flies. Flies are tied neck and...
Satan's Spawn
It is the time of year when flies decide to overrun my house. I hate flies. I don't hate many things, but I hate flies. Flies are tied neck and...
Tuesday Spotlight: Pumpkin Sandalwood
Welcome to another Tuesday Spotlight, dear reader. This week's special is going to make you smile if you are a lover of all things fall. This week, our Pumpkin Sandalwood...
Tuesday Spotlight: Pumpkin Sandalwood
Welcome to another Tuesday Spotlight, dear reader. This week's special is going to make you smile if you are a lover of all things fall. This week, our Pumpkin Sandalwood...
Thank You!
Well, dear reader, we have another Fall At The Farm in the books. I believe this year was the best yet. We were graced with perfect weather, amazing vendors, a...
Thank You!
Well, dear reader, we have another Fall At The Farm in the books. I believe this year was the best yet. We were graced with perfect weather, amazing vendors, a...
Foodie Friday: Creamy Rotisserie Chicken, Mushr...
It is soup season here on the farm, and I have made yet another new soup recipe. This one was met with smiles, the eating of two servings, and a...
Foodie Friday: Creamy Rotisserie Chicken, Mushr...
It is soup season here on the farm, and I have made yet another new soup recipe. This one was met with smiles, the eating of two servings, and a...
It's Not Time
I firmly believe that the books you read help to shape who you become, if even a bit. The right book comes to you at the right time. Books can...
It's Not Time
I firmly believe that the books you read help to shape who you become, if even a bit. The right book comes to you at the right time. Books can...
I Know When I'm Beaten
Well, dear reader, I have made yet another futile attempt at gardening. I can't win. I am beaten, and I know it. I am not meant to have pretty flowers...
I Know When I'm Beaten
Well, dear reader, I have made yet another futile attempt at gardening. I can't win. I am beaten, and I know it. I am not meant to have pretty flowers...