Well, I’m no longer Surviving on Massachusetts.
No, this isn’t a note from the beyond, from now on, I’m Surviving on Virginia!
I kinda lost track of y’all there for a while, I know. By the end of the summer, my farm garden had turned into an overwhelming pile of weeds, several snake sightings were making me hyperventilate every time I went out into the garden, and I was struck by powdery mildew that destroyed every last one of my zucchini plants in a matter of days. It wasn’t a great gardening year, and I lost hope. I’ll admit it.
That isn’t why I moved, though. My move to Virginia had been in the works even before I planted the first seeds in my farm garden, so I didn’t leave anyone in a lurch. I had decided that my three year experiment up north was mildly successful, but I was ready to get back to the land of sweet tea where I could grow okra and watermelons without having to make sacrifices to the weather gods every day.
So, in October, I flew south. I’ve moved to Fredericksburg, VA, and beautiful colonial town with gorgeous homes, a grand canoeing river, and weather that makes bulbs bloom in February. Hooray!
The blog title just seemed plain silly to keep, so I hope y’all will follow me to my new home Surviving on Virginia. I’ll keep this site up, but it won’t be updated anymore.