Today is a cold rainy November day, so I am sitting here in my warm dry house with slippered feet writing about som wolf he sunny days gone by. I want to tell you about a few of the places that are rich in history as well as beauty just a stones throw from my house,
What could be more homey than a chicken roasting in the oven with the smell of rosemary and thyme wafting through the air? The promise of a hearty meal soon to be set at the table. In our modern era of convenience foods the smells of a slow cooked meal are almost extinct. But this smell conveys the feeling of family and love and contributes to the families feeling of well being.
In an effort to simplify and free up our time for more important things, we decided to try living in a “Tiny House”. A couple of years ago, my mom decided to turn my dads “Motorcycle Shop” into a “She-Shack”. The shop had sat unused since my dads death and she felt it was time to turn the old shop into a space that she could use and enjoy.
Even though my “Homestead” side of the family is squarely rooted in farming (read: my moms side from Kansas) it is my “Traveler” side (read: Italian Father) that fuels and inspires my love of gardening.
