Author Archives: Laura Grace Weldon

About Laura Grace Weldon

Laura Grace Weldon is the author of "Free Range Learning," a handbook of natural learning and "Tending," a poetry collection. She lives on Bit of Earth Farm where she's a barely useful farm wench. Although she has deadlines to meet she often wanders from the computer to preach hope, snort with laughter, cook subversively, ponder life’s deeper meaning, talk to chickens and cows, sing to bees, hide in books, walk dogs, concoct tinctures, watch foreign films, and make messy art. Blog: lauragraceweldon.com/blog-2/ FB: facebook.com/FreeRangeLearningCommunity FB: facebook.com/SubversiveCooking FB: facebook.com/laura.euphoria Twitter: @earnestdrollery

Grape-Flavored Endeavor

Posted on August 1, 2017

Our newest project. Continue reading →

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Sure Feels Like Summer

Posted on June 14, 2017

June on Bit of Earth Farm. Continue reading →

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Indoor Seed Starting Set-Up Extraordinaire

Posted on April 6, 2017

No pre-made plant-starting table here. We’ve got a set-up that’s Paul Bunyan sturdy. Continue reading →

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Seeds from Cyprus = Heavenly Squash

Posted on March 6, 2017

Seed saving story that ends with a disaster averted, plus three recipes perfect for any winter squash. Continue reading →

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Laws of Morals as of Botany: Emerson

Posted on February 16, 2017

“I have confidence in the laws of morals as of botany. I have planted maize in my field every June for seventeen years and I never knew it come up strychnine. My parsley, beet, turnip, carrot, buck-thorn, chestnut, acorn, are … Continue reading →

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Pipeline Protest

Posted on January 31, 2017

Awakening shows us a million ways to climb past despair. Continue reading →

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Saving A Desperate Creature

Posted on November 19, 2016

I picture its dark desperate eyes. Maybe it’s trapped or injured. I slow. The squeaks are harder to hear. Poor wary little thing, I must be close. Continue reading →

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