Tall Clover Farm

The art of baking has risen to new heights (har, har) thanks to the idle hands and stir-crazy minds of the homebound during this...

Early mornings reveal a waning moon, a sleepy sunrise, and the perfect porch to start a day on. Mount Rainier sneaks a peek (and a...

When Your Favorite Veteran Is Your Dad I grew up loving a veteran: my Dad, a larger than life man who flew jets from the...

Growing up in the South, I harbor many colorful recollections, though sometimes I fear my imagination may have muddied the archival waters and created my own...

Deer proof is a designation that I usually find laughable. I suspect that given the chance, deer would dine on blue tarps and roof shingles. If these beasts...

Good morning friends, school's back in session, and as part of my continuing education (and unrepentant need to show off), I'm eager to share...

Now that Downton Abbey is over for the season, I've turned to another English family for vicarious pleasure, one that is no stranger to...

My friend Crystal once dubbed me the "Dahlia Whisperer" after spotting me in my front flower field. And while I basked in the glory of her...

When My Farm Was for Sale... My farm house was built in 1888, when Washington was a territory and a year away from statehood. Just five...