Earth and Ink with Sonja Yoerg: Christmas Pudding to the Rescue

Earth and Ink with Sonja Yoerg: Christmas Pudding to the Rescue

I can’t lie, friends. It’s been a rough two weeks. In the midst of ever more troubling news, our little town became center stage of a national screaming match about, well, everything, because that’s the way we do it these days. There have been multiple death threats...
Earth and Ink with Sonja Yoerg: Salad Days

Earth and Ink with Sonja Yoerg: Salad Days

My garden is taking care of myself right now—aside from daily weeding—so I thought we could move indoors and spend a little time in the kitchen. After the garden, it’s my favorite place. We eat a lot of salad, my husband and I, to take advantage of the picked-that-day...
Earth and Ink with Sonja Yoerg: The Calm Before the Tomatoes

Earth and Ink with Sonja Yoerg: The Calm Before the Tomatoes

Now that Buddy’s back on his favorite plum tree, serenading us every dawn, summer is officially in full swing. And, boy oh boy, did the weather gods get the memo. We’ve been in monsoon mode since mid-April, a time when the norm is 75 degrees and crisp spring air. It’s...
Earth and Ink with Sonja Yoerg: The Return of Buddy the Bunting

Earth and Ink with Sonja Yoerg: The Return of Buddy the Bunting

Spring: it’s here for reals. I have so much to say—things are happening in every corner of my world—but today I’m going to skip over new beginnings and emerging seedlings and bulbs I’d forgotten I’d planted (what a surprise, though!). Instead, I’d like to talk about a...
Earth and Ink with Sonja Yoerg: Leaving So You Can Come Home Again

Earth and Ink with Sonja Yoerg: Leaving So You Can Come Home Again

“There is nothing half as pleasant as coming home again.” – Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Too true. As much as I loved my three-week jaunt in Portugal, it’s wonderful to be home. We didn’t even miss early spring—a gorgeous time of year here in Virginia when the redbuds...
Earth And Ink with Sonja Yoerg: The Clothes on My Back

Earth And Ink with Sonja Yoerg: The Clothes on My Back

Winter, go home. Pack it up and head to the Southern hemisphere. They’re waiting for you. What? You won’t go? Fine. I’ll go, then. See ya! I’m serious. I’m leaving this snowy, cold so-called Spring. Tomorrow. For Portugal. For a month. I hope we can still be friends....