Time Slipping through Milk

Splitch. splotch. the milk dropped in my coffee like a cannon exploding into a waterfall. The morning was grey and held silent promises of household chores. This farm seems stuck very much in the pioneer days. The wind whistles across the thresh as I gingerly step in the kitchen grasping the day late newspaper.  Yes,Continue reading “Time Slipping through Milk”

Bikes, Crocheting, Jam and more

Do you ever get a sudden impulse to create something tasty? Well, last week I did just that with fresh peaches from my peach tree. I never thought Kansas peaches would be so good! They were delicious. The peach varieties I planted were clingstone. The fruit clings to the pit in these peaches. Which, allContinue reading “Bikes, Crocheting, Jam and more”