The meaning of marriage begins in the giving of words. So said Wendell Berry, one of the wisest users of words I’ve ever read, who also happens to be a farmer, like Chris.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers;
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
If Peter Piper pi
We’ve had the wettest summer since I arrived in Livingstone four years ago. More rain fell in January than the whole of the green season last year.
The day I discovered that so many flowers were edible transformed how I prepared and presented my food. Edible flowers not only bring color and texture to a dish, but also flavor and scent.
An unexpected byproduct from my partnership in The Elephant Café landed on the farm — and, more importantly, in my vegetable garden — last month.
Our guava season has ended, and what a season it was. For the first time ever, hardly a guava was stung by pests and we had more fruit than we knew what to do with.