I've been away from my little acre these past several days and this will continue for several more. I'm tending to dogs and chickens, garden and home, land and heart where the forget-me-nots still bloom. I've been making space in big patches of quiet, drawing, journaling, reading, wild harvesting, cooking, witnessing, Being.
Today I'm making a farm ham for a friend who's visiting - and for me. I'm self-full like that. After all, this will position me for not having to cook much at all in the days ahead - short of fresh garden goodies.