But before the Pesto recipe, I know you're gagging for a farm hunt update... There are things in the life of a Believer that bind them to the LORD. At least I think there are. What do I know? Not much. But, I do know that I'm an ornery, self-sufficient, fool....
This has been an incredible summer season and just when I think I'll be able to come up for air - BOOM. Homeschool starts. I had to take a break the other day, a break from the laundry, the menu planning, the essential oils and the incredible amount of food piled in...
En plein air.... Plein air dining. One of the best expressions EVER. Perhaps you know it best as al fresco.... or picnic... or just plain eating outside. Whatever you call it. I love to do it. Eating outside is one of life's true, true pleasures. Few things...
It's been a glorious busy season and I've tried to live it in my potager instead of spending extra time on my computer, but here I am, quite a bit behind in my blogging. Only to be stirred to prompt action by a round of marvellous Midwest weather. It's been hot here....
Just a few more hours left in 2016 and I stand in awe. How often do you get to look back on a year and go WOW. I mean, truly, WOW! Here's my 2016 in review! I feel like Scarlett in the sunset screaming, "As God as my witness, I'll never go hungry again!" I'm...
To everything, there is a season. This is my fall garden. The season is coming to a close. But my flowers are giving it everything they've got for this last little bit until the snow flies. My potager stands lovely in the face of winter. It's incredible to me how the...
If you follow on Instagram (which you should if you fancy Parisienne Farmgirl) then you know... I'm obsessed with beets. Growing them is so easy. They make the potager look so good. Did I mention I'm obsessed? It's got to be their color. No, maybe it's their...
There's no magazine-picture-perfect house with six kids, a hubby and a farm but you can have Perfect Farmhouse Flowers. Style it up as I may... stay on top of it as I might, there's always an overripe sock (on a kitchen counter) today's stack of junk mail (right where...
Dusk in the Jardin Potager. I love those words... jardin potager. They are so romantic and descriptive to me I can hardly stand it. But you have to swear to me that you will pronounce it "poe-tagh-ay" - soft "g" and all that. Never say "pot-ig-er". Ever. ...