It’s spring and “the sky / has shut its iron door // and bolted clouds / to the back of the moon.” John Yau didn’t write these words specifically about winter, but I think of them each year

As 123-year-old houses with creepy dank, dark cellars go, ours is the perfect candidate for a horror film.

Well, there are at least a couple of expressions we’ll think twice about using again in the future.  The first is the one that ends with like a house afire and the other is about the way things sometimes spread. 

This is an asylum, but not in the way you might think. We mean “asylum” as in shelter or sanctuary, a refuge for a soul who’s lost their way. Yes, we agree the place lacks curb appeal and could use a little sprucing up.

Priya Krishna’s original recipe for Saffron Pistachio Blondies provided the basis for our less-sweet, gluten-free, and lactose-free version.

As early adapters of novel crops like tea and saffron in Nova Scotia, we knew we would need to grow other things to provide the necessary income to run the farm. One cannot live on tea and saffron alone.

A few years have elapsed since 2020 when Kathy Johnson wrote a story for Saltwire on our efforts here at Coastal Grove Farm, so let’s jump into Sherman’s “WABAC Machine” and see what happened next.