If the swallows believe, i believe

I have faith in the swallows. When they returned today, circling like angels above the barn, my heart gave a little leap in my chest. Spring! The swallows believe in Spring. The rain will stop, and we will plant again.

Many thanks to the swallows, for reminding me that the year is a cycle, a circle of seasons.

Winter Wonderland

A second day of snow here at the farm has stopped us in our tracks. Today's delivery to Seattle will be RESCHEDULED for Monday, February 28th, when most of this has (hopefully) melted.


This is from yesterday. And the snow just keeps on coming.



The birds are not pleased.


The apple orchard, after fresh snow overnight.

Email Woes

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Veggies delivered today!

Snow...the day of deliveries of course. We should be all right, but I will contact members with any updates. Please remember to pick up your veggies today if you are in Tacoma, Olympia, Centralia, or Chehalis!

As for tomorrow's deliveries, let's all cross our fingers... The box truck isn't really equipped for snowy conditions, so we are going to be slow and cautious. Please have patience with us, and drive carefully!

Look what we did today!

Check it out! The first greenhouse seeding of the year. Thank heavens for heated tables; it's supposed to be a balmy 25 degrees here tonight.



We should have a nice forest of green in a few months: (this is from last Spring)

On Ordering Seeds

We like seeds, and we like vegetables, but the seed order is usually a week long ordeal that we trudge through, trying to find the varieties that we prefer and seeds that are organically grown to boot. This year, we were delayed by unexpected circumstances, and forced the seed order into two days. Mike was sick. Just be glad we got through it.


This is just my stack of catalogs to look through. Mike has his own pile.


Mike rallied to the best of his ability. I was actually slightly grateful that he was sick, because he managed to sit still for longer spells. I kept him in hot tea, and he only occasionally fell asleep at the table.