A. returned home last night, so I can happily surrender my role of Reluctant (and Somewhat Incompetent) Shepherdess and resume my proper rol...

Cubby and I were outside late yesterday afternoon, wandering around, picking up sticks, beheading the occasional crocus, admiring the sheep,...

So how does a nice girl like me end up boiling an enormous pot of cow fat to render tallow? Well, it's a slippery slope. I suppose it ...

I do a lot of things for love, actually. For the love of tomatoes, I practically kill myself every summer caring for 24 tomato plants and c...

It's still dark right now. Which means I can ignore that suspicious splashing sound coming from outside and pretend that today won'...

In a rare fit of good housekeeping yesterday, I actually mopped the kitchen floor. I should do this every day, but I, um, don't. Not e...

Cubby seemed to be fine yesterday. He had a good day (well, except for when he got into the cats' litter box right before bed, but we w...