A few weeks ago, I paid a visit to a pair of adorable donkeys named Daisy and Violet. This mother daughter duo lives in a quaint little pasture owned by my lovely friend, Ewa, and her family.
The fall season is truly upon us now, and the garden aspect of our urban homestead is winding down. I took a break from writing to harvest the last green tomatoes — a treat you won’t find at the store. Continue reading “Feeling Nostalgic–Green Tomatoes”
Coddiwomple is a word recently added to my lexicon. It best describes the process by which I found the land farmed by my Irish ancestors. Coddiwomple is an English slang meaning to travel purposefully toward an as-yet-unknown destination. Gratitude and emotion fill me when I reflect on the kindness of strangers who helped me to that end. Continue reading “Locating Land Farmed by My Irish Ancestors”