n Sunday we dug the carrots, rutabagas, and parsnips out of the garden. My mother has been washing carrots and cucumbers in an old ringer washer for years. It’s agitator doesn’t even bruise them. She doesn’t wash other root crops, but has taken to washing the carrots, drying them completely and then storing them in the refridgerator in those special green plastic bags that are supposed to let veggies breathe, and keep longer. She finds they keep well that way. Below she shows off one of the giant carrots from the garden this year. They never used to thin their carrots, and they didn’t get terribly big. This year they planted them a couple inches apart and they grew much bigger.
The Intention of this Blog
is to share my adventure of repurposing my family farm into art space and re-rooting myself in an 'old fashioned' way of life with my folks, the original Do-It-Yourselfers. It is a platform for me to share with others the things that I learn as I apprentice myself to my parents and grandparents.
"You cannot express, whatever your walk in life, unless you have a system of expression; and you cannot have a system of expression unless you have a prior system of cognate thinking and feeling; and you cannot have a system of thinking and feeling unless you have had a basic system of living." -Louis Sullivan "The Kindergarten Chats: The Art of Expression: 1"
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