Inside The Backyard

The air’s cooling off, the sky that soft lavender-pink, and my two-year-old granddaughter grips the torch like it’s a sacred treasure. My five-year-old grandson walks beside her, whispering about “monsters” in the dark. They’re on an important mission. They’re heading down to pen up the chickens! Let’s be honest… eggs aren't cheap right now. Walking out to the pen and collecting warm, freshly laid eggs from your own backyard chickens feels almost rebellious in the best way..

We don’t need to overhaul our lives overnight to feel more secure. Sometimes it’s the smallest shifts that make the biggest difference. Walking down the street to grab a loaf of bread and a carton of milk instead of jumping in the car. Getting a little fresh air, and saving a few dollars while we’re at it. Planting a few herbs by the back door. A handful of continuous pick lettuce..