My husband told me about these sheep acting as caretakers for the graveyard at St. Patrick’s Cathedral. I made my youngest walk through the hot, sticky summer streets from his school to the cathedral so we could see them together. An … Continue reading
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#3–Eagle Street Rooftop Farm
Eagle Street Rooftop Farm is open the last Sunday afternoon of the month from May through October. We joined our friends on a trek to the farm. One wrong bus, two subways, a long walk and we were there. It’s … Continue reading
#11–Playing on the Farm
Here are some things we got to do while on the farm. Learn to drive a tractor. The Farmer got to take the tractor out a few times and really got comfortable behind the wheel of the truck. … Continue reading
#10–“Hunting” Trip Led By Half-Wolf Boy
The first thing he said to me was, “I’m part wolf, you know.” Because he is part wolf, he has heightened senses: smell, hearing…he knows the woods. He offered to bring us on a hunt. He would be our … Continue reading
#9–Interviewed Alaska Homesteading Women
Soldotna was the last city in America settled by homesteaders. I am a descendant of these last homesteaders. My mother, being the youngest daughter of a homesteader, had the opportunity to name a number of the streets in Sterling. She … Continue reading
#7–Flying to Alaska
In an unexpected turn of events, the Little Prince and I got to fly my Sourdough up to Alaska. Talk about a breath of fresh air! It was a short trip, but worth every second. The Sourdough didn’t need me … Continue reading
#25–Honey Harvest
15 pint mason jars 4 other jars 2 1/2 capping for future food My mom and my sister generously shared with me 5 jars of gold. I want bees. I have backyard chickens. Now I need bees. I’ll never get … Continue reading
#24–Dog Mushing
My dad set up a dog mushing excursion for us with Iditarod Champion Dean Osmar. We borrowed cold weather gear from my parents and my sister. Our Brooklyn winter coats weren’t cut out for sitting on a sled for 4 … Continue reading
#12 get chickens
Are you brave enough to kiss a chicken? The guy who sold us the chickens–well, he sold him to my farmer, I’m simply the mother of the chicken owner–put this chicken’s head into his mouth. I’m satisfied with a simple … Continue reading