Slow Living Farm


  • Somos hormigas!

    Somos hormigas!

    We attended our neighbor’s birthday celebration yesterday afternoon. Julio Cesar turned 12. Fun was had by all. I laughed so much my head was aching.  Wally is the big hit. All the children adore him. He got us all laughing by saying “somos hormigas!” which means we are ants instead of we’re friends. He has a talent for misconstruing words…

  • Wally the Rambler

    Wally the Rambler

    What does it take to house and protect our chickens living on the edge of a jungle? A lot of sewing! Farming is all about giving yourself over to serving members of the plant and animal kingdoms. In turn they feed us, love us, entertain us and teach us all about life and living. Our days here…

  • Bigger, Better Moochie

    Bigger, Better Moochie

    Isn’t he a beautiful boy? And smart too! Our Moochie Carlson is a perfect example of what can happen when you decide to make the world a better place one positive act after another. Scroll down to see what he looked like when Wally first rescued him. He had a broken leg healed poorly and crippled. His leg straightened as…

  • From Refuse to Reuse

    From Refuse to Reuse

    Don’t believe what they say about newer being better. My home is equipped with appliances that are repaired and refurbished to be better than the original. When I was a new bride Wally told me not to throw away things that didn’t work anymore. An enthusiastic consumer, I never gave a thought to repair, always replacing the broken…

  • Rose apples

    Rose apples

    Meet the rose apple: a delicious, lightly sweet, crisp fruit the size of a plum with the taste and perfume of a rose.  Around the tropical world, rose apples are mostly eaten out-of-hand by children. They are seldom marketed. Wally planted two trees a few years ago and now we are enjoying their white, cheerleader…

  • Meet Moochie the Poochie

    Meet Moochie  the Poochie

    Meet the newest member of our family –  Moochie Carlson.  I met him while leaving a restaurant in San Blas. As I was getting into my car I heard something crying and looked up to see a tiny little black and tan dog limping my way from under the car in front of me. He had…

  • Hope in the new year…

    Hope in the new year…

    New Year’s greetings from Slow Living Farm in Mexico!  We hope all our friends and family had a joyous Christmas.  Ours was a strange mix of joy and sorrow. We invited a young woman from Czechoslovakia and her two children to take refuge on the farm until she could find work and childcare. In the course of…

  • Gifts for the giver…

    Today we received many wonderful gifts for Christmas.  Each year we spend Christmas morning  delivering presents to the children who live on our road.  They know we are coming.  Their faces beam with excitement and happy anticipation.  For most of the kids, these are the only presents they’ll receive all year. My favorite part of…

  • Happy as clams…defined

    Life on the farm is very smooth right now.  All the chickens are safe.  We have five babies running around, happy as clams.  Where did that phrase come from?  Most clams I’ve ever met are about to be eaten.  Can being a meal bring us happiness?  Anyone out there know?  I’ve tried asking clams about…

  • Up a teak…

    Up a teak…

    Monk-ie boy! Reminds me of when we were building the house and living without  windows, doors or screens or electricity. When the sun went down the mosquitoes feasted so we’d get under the mosquito net and stay there til morning talking about everything. We would check one another for ticks and joked about being monkeys. We were…