Why can't we be a normal family?

Those were the words of my 9 year old son, B, when I told him we would be getting our milk delivered from South Mountain Creamery  The thought of drinking milk that came straight from a cow put him over the edge. He's refused to drink the milk ever since although if it's hidden in a milkshake, he asks for more.

I live in Washington, DC and decided to try my hand at blogging about urban homesteading. Over on Facebook, my friends know I spent the summer tending my vegetable garden and preserving the harvest. I'd like to share thoughts about farming in the city and trying to live green (within reason and budget).