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.
|Sun in the morning, hail at night.|
The onions that are growing in the house look like they're really ready to be outside, but outside is not ready for them. Can't write off winter this side of the Big Chino Wash until May, no matter how anxious we are.
|Sadi loves the greenhouse.|
A couple of days ago, I opened my eyes to this area again. Every time I move somewhere I'm always amazed or excited or intrigued or amused by my new surroundings. For awhile anyway. Then, after a couple of years, it becomes old news. Certain things just don't register anymore. So I tried to look again.
|Sadi loves her greens.|
Patricia Lane runs into the neighbor's fence. If you use a GPS to get to my house, it will tell you that you can get through on Patricia Lane. Only the people who live on the corner must not have wanted traffic driving by their house so they extended their fence across the street. Some day I might call Yavapai County and ask that the road be reopened.
Maybe tomorrow I'll visit the pink store.