When Todd and I first moved from our big house in Denver to our little house in the big woods of rural New Hampshire, our great niece Elsa was just two years old. She turned three that summer, and in the fall, I … Continue Reading →
Fall is bulb-planting season, and at Booty Family Farm, that means garlic and lots of it! Well, technically it’s cloves that are planted to grow bulbs. They get started in the cool of fall, take a nap during the cold … Continue Reading →
Our Casita (traveling little house) has been on a ferry before (several times on North Carolina’s Outer Banks), but our ferry ride to Nova Scotia from Portland, Maine was a whole new adventure! To wrap up our camping season, we … Continue Reading →
Last summer, Booty Family Farm produced a bumper crop of corn. Oh, my heavens, so snappy-sweet delicious! This summer, raccoons and bears have been helping themselves to the delectable ears (booo!), but the fruit trees have been virtually left alone, which means … Continue Reading →
Nothing says country on the lake better than a pontoon boat. Ours is our little house on Squam, and we’re quite enamored with it. We started our boat family with a sailboat, a used O’Day sailor that had lovely classic … Continue Reading →
For the last cooking class before summer break, Elsa chose to remake her favorite recipe from the year: Fruit Pizza. It’s easy-peasy to put together, and strawberries picked fresh from Booty Family Farm (delivered by Farmer Steve himself, no less) … Continue Reading →
We did it again! With black fly season upon us, we packed up the Casita and hightailed it to North Carolina. You may have read about our trip last year in “To the Beach” and “To the Woods,” but this … Continue Reading →
We went without eggs from Booty Family Farm for many months, no thanks to one red-coated rascal. (Read all about him in my post from last summer, “Bad Fox.”) But the squirrels are fat this spring, and extra precautions are being taken … Continue Reading →
The farther out you live in the boondocks, the more exciting it is to receive mail. Our UPS driver is now considered a friend (shout out to Frank who likes to linger and chat), and USPS daily deliveries are practically … Continue Reading →
Steve Bartlett told me that a sign of the sugaring season coming to a close is 50 degree weather and rain. Yup. Sounds like spring in New Hampshire. We were collecting at the Bickford sugarbush yesterday, and Steve told me … Continue Reading →
