In 2012, on the plains of Northern Arizona, two families joined forces and began the trials and tribulations of building a small family farm with nothing in the bank but love.
It's a soapbox kind of day. The end of August and into September are tough months for a woman who isn't
|Double rainbow over Tortuga Flats|
Mud: so I've complained about the dirt since day one. Blah, blah, blah you say. But wouldn't you think I'd adapt by now? I'm beginning to think it isn't going to happen. Loose ends: even if there were enough hours in the day, it wouldn't help. There's never enough time on a farm to get everything done during harvest season. The bright side is - it's a season. Relax and enjoy. Where? On my messy patio? LOL Muddy shoes, muddy tracks, pails of harvested food,
|Sadi's first taste of ice cream|
Off my soapbox. (P.S. I'll be on the road and unable to see your comments until Friday afternoon)