Can’t Plant Me in Your Penthouse

going back to my plough…

On my way home today. Corn and sorgum is harvested and ground, as you can see from the new header, the flowers and crops are gone. This is my favorite time of year.

I will miss you Larry.

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About vsvevg

Hello, I'm Abby Smith. I started this blog in 2010 to write about the pursuit of a self-sustainable life in rural Mexico. In 2015, my then-husband and I moved to Nicaragua, where we created a successful farm-to-table and in-house charcuterie program for a high-end beach resort. In 2022, with mad butchery and cheese-making skills under my belt, I started a sustainable food systems consulting business. Happily, I also have more time for my first love-- writing about food and the complexities of the simple life.

5 thoughts on “Can’t Plant Me in Your Penthouse

    • Yes, it is great. Its also the hardest thing I’ve ever done(living with no hot water, electricity, getting stung by scorpions, watching my dogs die by poison). Its the age old, comfort or substance dilemma. A hot shower ain’t nothing to shake a stick at Ste J. Peace blog brother šŸ™‚

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