Recipes we actually make, lessons from the garden, homeschool wins (and fails), and the occasional chicken update.
The year I stopped trying to recreate a classroom at my kitchen table, and started following the boys into the backyard instead.
Six hens, one very crooked first attempt, and a lesson about doing things badly before you do them well.
You cannot rush a tomato. Ask me how I learned that — and how it quietly changed the rest of my life.
On trading the quiet scorekeeping for something far better — the women who show up, and let you show up for them.