It is early morning rush-hour traffic here at Pachamama's Garden. Pullets are piling up at the entrance to the laying boxes. They are anxious to get to work and produce some eggs.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
It's citrus season in Tucson and lemons abound. My kitchen is filled with the scent of fresh-squeezed lemons. The juice goes into ice cube trays and once frozen, into freezer baggies. When the temperatures rise above 100 degrees F and the cost of lemons at the store follows suit, I drop a hand full of lemon cubes into a vessel of water and sugar and relish in tasty, local lemonade.