Anne has worked in agriculture since she was old enough to sweep the floor of the family machine shed. She writes about rural & outdoor life from the most remote county seat in the Lower 48, where she and her husband chase two children. Her experience ranges from picking apricots in 100 degree weather and working with Hutterite colonies, to discussing ag trade with the Ambassador of New Zealand and judging cured meats.
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The heat of summer, with its slowly slanting light and harvest smells, transports me to my most meaningful (and craziest) set of summer jobs in college. The one that mid-way through, I was sure I was going to die of either caffiene overdose or falling out of a cherry tree. Or maybe, just maybe, both at the same time.
As you may have noticed, my writing took a bit of hiatus for chunks of February and March. And you, dear reader, might have thought," Well, perhaps her husband read her Valentine's Day post and took her to the islands." Or maybe you thought the pile of seed catalogs tipped over and I required extensive extraction. I only wish. There is a four letter word to describe my life in the last 1.5 months...P-E-D-V.
This week, I decided to help the arrival of Spring by driving to my favorite flower section at Albertsons. Since buying the entire department might leave a lot of explaining with the husband, I settled on several market bunches. It was so tempting to go down to Aisle 10, buy a lawn chair and offer to just sit in Floral armed with a hose to help them water and sample chocolates for the customers.
I don't know about the rest of you, but this week here in Montana has meant -40F windchills and long underwear of the not-so-sexy variety. However, the spring seed catalogs have begun to arrive and life is almost tolerable. Minus the extreme efforts in keeping my coffee hot on the way to the grocery store. Here are ten great things about seed catalog season...
A lot of people would rather have a root canal than work on estate planning. And, really, who wants a root canal over a holiday? As someone that has eaten a lot of Christmas candy (and had a lot of root canals), I’m here to argue that crafting the recipe for the family farm doesn’t have to be a tooth-pulling venture.
Winter means chaotic family celebration. And to me growing up, that meant runner sleds, sheep sheds and culverts. The good news is that I survived my childhood to pass on the scary traditions……hot chocolate anyone?
The room was filled with Family Consumer Science teachers that had become good friends over many years of educator conventions. So when Miss P came over to chat, I was ready to discuss the latest meat cuts and how to stretch food budgets. Instead, her words changed how I saw food and ag advocacy forever.