Children's Fashion Workshop



I'm Erin.  Gardening addict, incurable maker, insatiable reader, closet author, chronicler of childhood, wanderer, wonderer.  I'm glad you've come to sit a while with me.

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Offhand comments:

9.y.o.-"I have three ant bites.  Can I use this stuff I found in the first aid kit on them?  It's called ant-acid." 

9.y.o.-"It would be awesome if we had a 3-d printer because then we could print anything. a tiny little model of Angkor Wat!"

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future farm


This gardening thing.  This farming thing.  It won't go away, won't clear up, won't leave me in peace to walk around on top of the ground without wondering, if I dug it up, what could it grow?  And so here we are again, building another iteration of The Farm.  The plan for this chapter involves a ton of cut flowers, and the farmer's market, and pennies and dollars clinking into childrens' bank accounts to plant the seeds for their own futures once they've flown from here.  

So we have cuttings rooting everywhere, curly willows, hydrangeas, forsythia, pussy willow.  Sweet William and snapdragons under lights in the basement, soon to be joined by Icelandic poppies.  Then, later, in the field, sweet peas, larkspur, Queen Anne's lace, anemones, ranunculus, bupleurum.  (Don't ask me to pronounce that last one.)  We have a slowly-growing number of beds with soft amended soil.  A fuzzy rodent-control crew.  Sore hands, dirty jeans, tired backs, and a vision of a farm full of growing food, flowers, and futures. 


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