Signs of spring. Signs of rain. Signs are everywhere if we look. Doug and I pray for signs. Nice big, clear, fall out of the sky, and hit us on the head signs of what to do. We need it spelled out for us. When I was ready to move to Santa Fe when Doug … More Signs and the Perfect Egg
We love each season and each of their gifts. Renewal, Sunshine, Harvest, Rest. Each season in our house looks differently. To switch from winter to spring a house needs but a few touches. Trade heavy blankets and pillows for lighter ones on furniture. A bold Indian blanket was replaced with Kat’s grandma’s beautiful quilt. Still … More Spring Decor Farmgirl Style
When I told the owner of Miller Farms, Joe, at his birthday party a few months ago that I wanted to be a farmer, he looked at me with a mix of pity and humor. Apparently grown women don’t run around dreaming of being a farmer when they grow up….ahem…more. The rest of the farm … More Will the Real Farmgirl Please Stand Up?
Between learning how to spin, how to knit, how to make soap, how to play fiddle and continuing all the other things I can do like crocheting, sewing, coming up with business ideas, cooking, baking, and attempting to be Susie Homesteader of the Year, I am exhausted! I sit and look at the baby now. … More In Season
The girls are looking fine. We have only lost one of the infants (thus far and hopefully total!) and the girls are already showing vast personalities and trying to fly out of their plastic storage container. They ended up back in Emily’s room because of the cold snap that we did not expect. Two below … More Chick Magnet
I suppose you might have thought me lazy when I first started canning for I really didn’t want to go through the whole trouble of water boiling the jars to seal the jars. I just figured that if the top popped I was good to go, so any form of heat would be probably be good. Window sills … More What the March Root Cellar Holds
We bartered for a class each. I would teach her beginning herbalism and she would teach me beginning wine. She reminded me of my ballet teacher in college or my sixth grade teacher. She kept snapping at me. She says, “What do you smell?” Then just as quickly, “YOU ARE TAKING TOO LONG!” “Uh,” I said … More Wine 200
“Oh by the way, I was wrong.” “Sorry?” “About the rent, I was wrong. Our place is for rent for….” The ground moves a little beneath my feet while that childish giddiness and unreasonable excitement wells up in my gut. It is five hundred dollars less than he had previously quoted. The perfect homestead was … More Homestead for Rent
I carried the box of babies, chirping up a storm, out the back door to the garage. Apparently eleven chickens and a red light were a bit too much in the nursery for a new mom so Emily banished them to the garage! So out we traipsed to the garage where the set up and Aretha and … More Ready..Set..Chicks!
I want to feel satiated as I fall into bed exhausted. Complete in what I do. Comforted in the thought that homesteading improves my lifestyle and mood, that I stay healthy, contribute to the health of animals, grow glorious food for my loved ones, prepare for accidents or Mother Nature or the Zombie Apocalypse according to my dear friend, … More Catching Time…unplugging