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The barn, where we store onions and tractors and chickens, and where we live.
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Our living room
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The summer kitchen!
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Damn hippies
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So who's in charge here?
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Setting up for market
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This was lunch every day for my first two weeks.
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This ain't New York City ...
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Heading to potluck
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All work and no play would make us really dull indeed.
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Day-Glo peaches
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At ease after a long day
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Dirty banged-up farm feet
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We have to soothe our weary bodies ...
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Jordan and Owen box some peppers.
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Having fun at breakfast
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Downtown Purcellville, redux
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Me and Malla in downtown Purcellville
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I love tomatoes!
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Tomatoes!
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Looking out over our neighbors at Potomac Vegetable Farms
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We have the prettiest peppers in town ...
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Heading out to string tomatoes
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Chip and Susan (my bosses) picking cucumbers
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In which your narrator shows you her favorite squash
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Basil pickin'
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No pigweed alive stands a chance against me.
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Just before market!
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Kate tells the nice man he must buy Cherokee Purple tomatoes or live a sad, sad life.
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Deer butchering by headlight ...
