After another night of rain, we’re close to eight inches since the first of April. I think the garden and lawn have sucked up just about every drop, though we’re all starting to get a little anxious for the day we can actually get outside and do something. The mail order blueberries and raspberries are here already and the black berries will be here by Saturday (of course, on a year they could have been late). I picked up 30 pounds of seed potatoes last week hoping the forecast would be wrong. All of the stuff has ended up in the basement in an effort to keep everything dormant for a couple more weeks. With the starts of tomatoes, peppers, eggplants, broccoli, and head lettuce under lights in the basement as well, it’s starting to look like a shifty lawn and garden store down there.
Leave a Reply
After receiving a tip from a family friend, my wife and I ventured down a dusty road for the first time together in search of a house that was for sale by owner. The potential was there: wood floors buried beneath dated carpet, solid wood pocket doors surrounded by 100 year old trim, and a faded screen door leading to a covered porch complete with a white wooden swing. So, in July of 2011 my wife and I became only the third family to own this 100+ year old two-story farm house and surrounding acreage on a quiet dusty road in rural Iowa. What you’ll find on these pages is the story of what comes next.
