I forgot to mention one of my favorite cookbooks yesterday! “The Pioneer Woman Cooks” by Ree Drummond is filled with mouthwatering recipes that can feed a crowd or easily be halved. I highly recommend the Fig and Prosciutto Pizza. I love the step-by-step photographs and stories. I enjoy being a modern pioneer woman. We hoped and prayed for this little homestead to somehow make itself known and available. This sunny, quaint homestead is peaceful surrounded by miles and miles of birdsong and prairie. My heart rests easy here. However, if you have been following me for awhile you know we … Continue reading Modern Pioneer Woman (crackling fires and homesteading)
The rain has been gently coming down for days. It will continue today. My cold crop seeds, parsnips, potatoes, garlic, onions, radishes, mustard, stir fry greens, spinach, Swiss chard, snow, snap, and Alaskan peas, pak choi, carrots, beets, lettuce, herbs, all these things stay in their blanket of fresh soil and the water will rejuvenate them into life. The rain dampens my heart just a bit. A sliver of warm sun would do me good but perhaps this rain will wash away my worries. Oh, we all have worries. I take them as a waver in faith. I know all … Continue reading Rainy Days, Worries, Manifesting, and Farming
I heard a faintly familiar sound as I approached the front door to let the lambs out. A swooshing and cleansing sound. The sound of rain. Of Spring rain. The shivering breath I had held all winter was released in a single, thankful exhale. We made it to spring. We made it through our first winter in this 1905 homestead. We made it through the thirty-five degree bathroom, we made it snuggled up with cats, and with six layers of clothes on. We are entering springtime on the homestead. It is beautiful. The rain washes the porches and my clothes … Continue reading Is That You Spring?
The sun rose strong this morning, filling the room with soft, life giving light. Deceiving, however, as it hovers around -26 degrees as I write this. Hell is not hot, folks, I am convinced that Hell is -26 degrees. When … Continue reading Icy Breath and Dreams of Spring