When the nights are long, the winds howl and the grounds frozen,

This Thanksgiving at Minipawss Farm, I am giving thanks to all of you, the non-stop rain and the piles of autumn leaves I get to gather for all my gardens.

We had a fun weekend here. We bought pumpkins, and enjoyed all you can eat fresh crabs. But the greatest joy over the weekend was welcoming our newest grandbaby.

So many fresh cherries, strawberries, blackberries, and plums to enjoy. And, now that it's getting cold in Sequim, and I've got apples—tons and tons of apples.

I just returned from visiting my son, Jimmy. I nicknamed the trip “Operations Fat Belly” because we ate so much food, everything from—Indian cuisine to Thai.

Celebrating my birthday at Mini Paws Farm included my Airbnb guests serving Mimosas, peanut butter chocolate pie, and then freshly BBQ'd ribs. Happy Birthday to me!

I read that dirt is a natural antidepressant once it is disturbed—little bugs get in your nose and make you happy. This explains why I am addicted to gardening.

You are never the same once your garden and eat what the earth yields. I’m so thankful for my father-in-law, Roland, who taught me how to garden.

My garden in Sequim has a new gate to shovel the farmyard poop that my neighbors—two sheep, two ponies, one goat, and a bunch of chickens leave me every day.

I continue to go through all of life’s joys and sorrow, and like a tree I am learning how to lift my leafy arms to pray, looking at God every time I see a tree.

Hi, I am Cynthia. I moved here from Southern California. I moved to the Pacific Northwest to be far away from the crowded cities so that I can garden, a LOT!