I consider myself to be pretty hardy [that, opposed to hearty which describes my open heart], yet this ridiculously cold time in Florida has tested
Farmers markets make me so happy. There is something about the vibrant colors of freshly harvested veggies and fruits, the displays of baked items, the
I cried last week. Unexpectedly. I cried at the onset of a call I made to a respected community activist and friend, to whom I
52. That is the number of Sunflower species in the United States. Who knew? Even with my flower chasing hobby, I was unaware of the
John and I spend a lot of alone time together in our marvelous vanlife. Many blog posts thus far have captured the team effort required
Google brought us to this marvelous Co-op market in Buffalo, NY. After leaving Canada we wanted to stock up for the last several days of
Imagine my delight as we pulled into the campground at Letchworth State Park to see the Locally Grown Fresh Produce signs at the camp store!