Firmly Rooted

We have inadvertently lived a nomadic life. Although my husband (whom I call Turfman…he loves lawns) had grown accustomed to moving regularly with the Army, he had left the military by the time I met him. I had no reason to believe that we would leave my hometown outside of Dayton, Ohio, but within a few months, our company moved us to Pensacola, Florida. We thought it might prove to be a place we could call home, and so it was for a few years. But when his boss told us we would have to relocate to a place we weren’t wild about, Turfman instead took a job outside of Atlanta, where I hoped we could put down so...
We have inadvertently lived a nomadic life. Although my husband (whom I call Turfman…he loves lawns) had grown accustomed to moving regularly with the Army, he had left the military by the time I met him. I had no reason to believe that we would leave my hometown outside of Dayton, Ohio, but within a few months, our company moved us to Pensacola,...

Getting Started

This farm has been a dream in my head for a year now. For the first few months, I would walk the back of our property with a tape measure and plot out just how much land I could claim for rows of flowers. Then I started walking with tape measure and spray paint, essentially my way of planting my flag and calling the territory mine. At the same time, I began researchingalmost incessantly, a necessary activity that has been engraved on my brain after so many years of higher education and teaching. Nothing in this world can work without reading a sufficient number of books first. I placed countless interlibrary loan...
This farm has been a dream in my head for a year now. For the first few months, I would walk the back of our property with a tape measure and plot out just how much land I could claim for rows of flowers. Then I started walking with tape measure and spray paint, essentially my way of planting my flag and calling the territory mine. At the same time...