Salt

Aizhan and I picked spinach, then hoed and weeded the broccoli and the lettuce until lunch. Several out of town guests were at the house again, which was both exciting and exhausting. It was nice to have J and A back (they went away with some of the family members over the weekend, since they… Continue reading Salt

Comfrey

Comfrey is a wretched weed. The previous owners of the farm planted it, thinking it would be good for the cows. I wish they hadn’t. its roots are tuber like, and break easily from the body of the plant. This makes them like little zombies that never die. Because of this, they are incredibly difficult… Continue reading Comfrey