Back Porch Farm

When I was a little girl and CB radios were popular amongst travelers, I recall my father’s “handle” was Weak Knees. This described my stoic Scottish Papa well – a man of few words who only spoke when he had something worth saying. And he was very nervous about talking on the CB! After all, one first had to learn a new language (Nice modulatin’ wid ya goody buddy – catch ya on da flip flop.), a foreign etiquette, and be prepared to sound like an idiot to everyone in radio range! And so, with a nod to my Daddy-O, I take my first step into blogdom. And believe me, I have some seriously weak knees. Yet one more stay-at-home, mama of a wee one trying to carve out a healthy, safe upbringing for her child in a dark and scary world. There must be thousands of similar blogs! But I refuse to just get my toes wet to save face – not my style anyway. So much better to dive in head first with reckless abandon and take the bull by the horns.

Excuse me while I don my bathing suit (or not) for my first plunge. (And I hope all your ups and downs are between the sheets, good buddy!)

Carrot thinnings