in my kitchen, around the farm

mid-harvest and things are coming in hot and heavy

Elderberries. I use these to make both an elderberry syrup and an oxymel.

It’s dark right now, a time when I avoid looking at anything digital. I have my blue blocker glasses on and my computer has a filter running to block out the blue. Still, I feel fidgety. My dear husband, Troy, is outside with a friend tidying up the last bits before tomorrow’s annual “Bowmen’s Competition” kicks off. Every year, Troy hosts this competition, a punishing race that requires both prowess with the bow and the body. It’s tough watching a maniacal herd of half naked men pulling and heaving ridiculous amounts of weight around, but I endure. Lord knows, I endure.