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The Good Life On Pumpkin Hollow Farm

A few days ago I mentioned what electric devices we do not use and don’t miss.  Electricity is tricky.  See, it seemed like a blessing upon its discovery and I am sure in many ways it was, but not without a hefty price.  Electricity and oil, resources that cannot be replaced, have become such a huge part …

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I stared at the dusty jars lining the warped shelves in the basement.  They still feel like a blessing but at the moment were seeming more and more like a curse.  I swear if I have to eat one more jar of green beans…or peas…or corn…or beets…or… I understand that hunger doesn’t care.  If I …

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When I saw my electric bill this month, I nearly fainted and was tempted to go out for cocktails to forget it.  I instantly blamed Shyanne for running her electric heater that looks like a fireplace all the time.  She lives in the dungeon of a basement here and it is ten degrees cooler down …

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1. You need  less money to live.  In our culture one of the most stressful parts of our day to day life is trying to find ways to make ends meet, to find ways to make more money.  This is a vicious circle, because the more you make the more you spend. Our journey may have began …

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Seventeen years ago this morning a red head entered the world.  That in itself is not a particularly unusual event but this red head would change my life forever.  My third child was born. With the cord wrapped around her neck the doctors prepared to perform a C-section but in Emily style she decided to do it her …

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A few years ago I vowed to have a farm by the time I was forty years old.  I would put it out to the universe and God and watch it transpire with hard work and quite a bit of blessing.  In forty eight days I will be forty years old.  Bummer, no farm.  My vision …

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As Doug and I were shoveling alpaca poop onto the garden beds yesterday I said lightly, “You sure can’t be bothered by poop if you live on a farm, can you?!”  He laughed and agreed and we continued shoveling.  I did not know that I would be around it so much post baby diapers. But …

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Our grandparents knew how to do all these things.  Mine laughed when I wanted a farm and wondered why.  Growing up on farms and in the country, in hard times, with so much work, it baffled them that I would run off to the lifestyle that they left willingly.  The skills from that generation and beyond …

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Guess who came early?  I don’t usually pull all the way to the back of our driveway but I had a bucket of grounds from the coffee shop to add to the compost pile before the cab of my truck took on the distinctive moldy coffee smell.  It wasn’t long after I noticed that the goats were …

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