Emergency Preparedness with Apple Juice Jugs (storing water)

Two dilemmas solved. This is the time of year for jugs of apple cider and apple juice.  I love apple juice and cider, but those glorious glass jugs in the recycling bin seem such a waste.  I will save a few for wine making next year but there will still be empty glass jugs.  Other…

My Homestead Kitchen and Root Cellar

  This is always a happily busy time of you year in my homestead kitchen.  There are lots of things being canned, lots of frozen items, lots of dried items, lots of staples.  Colorful eggs decorate the counter. We could walk to the grocery store.  Everything I need is already canned and frozen there.  We went from five…

Autumn Houseplants

  The night air dipped and rose the past few weeks and autumn is certainly in the air.  The houseplants have all been lazily sunbathing all summer (with me) on the front porch.  They love the fresh flow of water from the hose each day and the sun shining on them.  I snap off any…

Farmgirl School; Homesteading 101 (now available on Amazon!)

I never guessed back in 2012 what this would become.  I set out to chronicle our adventures in homesteading.  To create a template and how-to that we wish we had.  We weren’t able to find information on how to farm high altitude, or how to bottle feed a goat, or how to do any of…

Meanwhile, Back On a Farm

The sign has returned to its natural place, in front of our home.  It was stored at the friends’ houses we stayed at after losing our rental farm.  It went to the shop and stood proudly out front, backwards, with the words “OPEN” painted on it.  I love the name Pumpkin Hollow Farm.  So, I…

Mama’s House

We took the long way ’round.  Through hillsides and pastures, leaving city behind and all the modern life we knew.  We opened a shop, we raised our children, we rented farms, we lost everything, we were heartbroken, Doug went back to work, we opened a shop, we grew, we met mentors, we taught, we loved,…

Hypocrisy and the Homesteader’s Guide to Saving the Earth

First things first, a compost bin.  The very weekend we move in I do hope Doug can build me a compost bin.  He makes it with pallets, three open spaces to move the cooking fertilizer through. The thing about apartment living is that it is really difficult to be ecologically friendly.  They don’t recycle in…

The History Mystery of the Family Home

I do adore history.  And the history of things.  I feel that structures hold the imprints of spirits and memories of those that came before.  All you have to do is walk into a place to get the heebie jeebies and know something tragic happened there or to walk into a place and feel a wonderful…

A Looming Adventure

  Y’all know I am always up for a new hobby.  My friend, Lisa (our California vacation host), came to Colorado to clear out her daughter’s storage unit.  Her daughter is in Asia teaching English.  She doesn’t want to give up the loom, Lisa doesn’t want to ship it to China, so guess who is…

The Homesteading Bug…or in the Blood?

There are some that are content with flowers in a pot.  There are those who are perfectly happy turning on a switch to make the fire come to life (the gas flame is rather pretty).  A package of this food or that blended with another to make “homemade” food.  Our society has a different view…

The Grandma House

  My grandparents lived in their house for forty years.  They have lived in their current one for twenty.  My in-laws lived in theirs for thirty.  I wonder what it would be like to settle into a place that is home.  Where every corner holds memories, each piece of furniture remembers laughter and family gatherings,…

The New Notebook

The pink leather notebook, fresh and empty of ideas, lay open upon the wooden breakfast table near the wood stove. Ideas flourished and manifested across the pages. The intensely planted garden of organic produce, the small dairy, the ducks, the chickens, the sheep, the goats, the bees, the homesteading school, the farmgirl classes, the herbal…