Well, it’s been quite the winter, hasn’t it? I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen quite so much snow. The sun is streaming through the window as I write this, and it is nothing short of glorious.

Our last snowstorm was just a few days ago, and a bunch of roads were closed. Anina, our youngest, has had her arm in a cast for 5 and a half weeks now (you can’t really see it in the picture below). Her appointment to get it removed got shifted to next week, which was a bit of a disappointment. What cheered us up a little was packing seeds.

Rony and I have been talking about selling seeds since making the big move from Guatemala to Canada in 2019. We’ve been selling our seeds to Hawthorn Farm Organic Seeds for a while. And now, finally, we have enough varieties to offer them to, well, everyone else. They were all grown without chemicals or pesticides, of course. All non-GMO and open-pollinated, which means you can save them for next year.

It’s been fun to take inventory of our seed supply. Seeds mean spring is more than a rumour. Seeds mean food will be grown and harvested, right there in our own backyards. The real deal.

I’ve been thinking of a Michael Pollan quote I came across recently: “Don’t eat anything your great-grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food.” There’s something deeply satisfying about knowing exactly where your meals come from. It’s political without being in-your-face political. Growing your own food is a kind of quiet revolution, I think.

You can check out the seeds we have available here.

In other news, our sheep are pregnant and they are huge! Can’t wait to welcome little lambs soon.