Country Life in Sandwich, New Hampshire
These days, most of our Casita camping trips happen during the winter when we’re in the Southwest, but we always take a Northeast trip during the fall. This year we compiled our food declaration list and headed to Canada. I … Continue Reading →
This is probably my most requested recipe. It’s fun to watch the uninitiated take the first bite and chew slowly, savoring the crispy cucumbers surrounded by a divine spread. Very thin bread holds it all together without dulling the flavors. … Continue Reading →
Because we spent so many summers in Sandwich before we moved here full time, most of our perennials and flowering shrubs are at their peak in July. August ushers in a month of shedding blooms to ready for fall. The … Continue Reading →
After a wet spring, it was a dry, dry summer here in New Hampshire, and our fall colors have been muted. Thankfully we’ve had some rain in October, and Beede Falls is running again, though only a trickle. (Click here … Continue Reading →
Summer on the farm is growing time. The new piglets, Laverne and Shirley, are enjoying their enclosure, complete with greenery, mud wallows, and a sturdy, shady shelter. (Click here to see a photo of the pig house being installed in … Continue Reading →
There’s a lot to be said for staying in campgrounds with interesting people, but waking up to complete stillness, quiet punctuated only by bird calls, is truly divine. During our Arizona winters Todd and I (along with our rescue pup … Continue Reading →
It’s quiet time at the farm. The gardens are put to bed and fallen leaves are blanketing the landscape. The last hardy vegetables are about to leave the farm stand as we’ve had a couple of nights of hard frost … Continue Reading →
One of the reasons we elected to bring our Casita back to Sandwich from Arizona last spring was our annual fall camping trip in Maine. Sure we could stay at an Airbnb, but no way — it’s just not as … Continue Reading →
It was a wacky winter in Sandwich with recurring mud seasons and more rain than snow, but I only know this second hand because Todd, Rosie (woof) and I spent our first winter in Arizona since the 1990’s. Our little … Continue Reading →
It’s fall on the farm, which means the sheep are regrowing their wooly coats after their summer shearing, the chickens are fluffing up, and leaves are falling. Farmer Steve calibrated his muzzle-loader musket yesterday in preparation for deer hunting season … Continue Reading →