Planting in canning jars and other large glass vessels is such a fun idea. I have seen these a few places now and I love the idea. My bamboo is planted in a canning jar. I love the idea of giving succulents in canning jars as gifts.
I equally love the idea of using larger glass jars to showcase pine trees, like this one that we saw at a restaurant in New Mexico. They really would have to be for a party or a few weeks of decoration because of the lack of drainage. But they really are charming. I can also envision miniature rose bushes in large glass jars lining a table. The ideas are endless.
My Easter table this year will seat ten. Bright colored oil cloth of reds and blues and my new Fiesta ware will be used at each place. I am making a feast of enchiladas, chili rellenos, beans, rice, guacamole, and icy margaritas. Perhaps a bit untraditional for Easter dinner but shaking things up is my specialty. Succulents or miniature cacti in canning jars may very well complete the décor.
So grab those wide mouth jars and plant away! Gifts and entertaining just got more creative and fun.
We started our farm when the girls were young teenagers. They spent hours in the chicken coop with the new chicks, cooing to and naming them. Tempers would flare and they would take their own time out among the soft chirping and fresh straw. My youngest daughter and I (along with dad and Reed) have plans to go in on a farm together in the next few years. We dream of two houses, one land, a barn, a large community plot of garden, animals, greenhouses, a view. A Farm Air B&B, hot farm fresh breakfasts, coffee on the porch. A small restaurant on site to serve high end dinners with a set menu with room for four couples a night.
But right now, everyone is busy. The kids have their own lives. So, it was incredible to see them all show up at the front door in the un-forecasted snow to help us create a functional farm back yard. We certainly could not have done it by ourselves and our gratitude is overwhelming!
We live on one third of an acre. We have fourteen chickens and a very large dog. Our eighteen month old Great Pyrenees doesn’t require a lot of room for running (he spends most of his days sleeping under the elm trees in the dirt or on the pink futon in the living room (which is covered in dirt). I have a lot of room for the chickens but wanted to increase their yard to reach the piles of branches so they could play and have more space to roam.
I also desired a greenhouse which I received last week as an early birthday present from my friend Tina. This would require a fenced in separate yard to increase my garden space, and keep the puppy out. This space will end up having a pond and waterfall with a tea ceremony setting.
Doug purchased a shed to house all of our yard items and tools and try to make sense of our back porch which has become overwhelmed with debris, broken chairs, tables, tools, and market items.
These things came in a million, zillion pieces. A roll of field fencing to top it all off. And two not-so-handy parents. Enter the children riding in like heroes to our farm story.
My beautiful granddaughter, Maryjane’s dad came. Bret is amazing and he will always be one of my kids. He helped Doug build the shed.
Emily’s long time boyfriend Reed (Ayla’s daddy) and I started on the greenhouse. It got incredibly complicated and when Jacob (Shyanne’s long time boyfriend) showed up, he took my place. They got it built and it is perfect!
Doug and Shyanne and Bret then started on the fencing and quickly got two areas partitioned off.
Six cold hours later we took the kids out for sushi to celebrate Reed’s birthday and to thank them for helping us make the next phase of our farm dreams come true. This little urban farm sure has lots of space and opportunity. But it always feels more like home when the kids are here.
We have a lovely art museum in Denver. The architecture is modern meets medieval and the exhibits change regularly. Floors of ancient and new art serve to inspire and educate. The museum makes sure that there are things to keep the children busy as well. Pads of paper and boards with things to look for are set up in stations around the museum to encourage children to be mindful and alert and to express their own innate creativity.
My daughters and I and my two granddaughters were originally headed to the Denver Zoo but due to the mass amount of people (and I shall save you the tirade about what marijuana legalization will do to your state) we had to find other activities. Maryjane was less than thrilled about trading elephants for fourteenth century art but we made it a game where she was to find every dog and horse in the paintings and sculptures.
It is really something to stand before a painting that was carefully drawn over five hundred years ago. It is really inspiring to see the spirits of people captured on canvas- ordinary moments in life stopped in time. The colors, the shadows, the stories…
I haven’t painted in a year but I think it is time to gather some canvases.
What an incredible time to be vegan. My goodness, when I was a vegetarian fresh out on my own there was some weird hotdog/Alpo thing in a can. That was it. I ate a lot of burritos and spaghetti. I learned to be creative and have always loved spices and sauces. Now that I can add delicious plant based alternatives to dairy and meat into my cooking, my guests, and especially my husband, are always pleasantly surprised and satisfied. It opens up a lot of opportunities for trying to recipes and expanding dinner options. And it adds a lot more fun in the kitchen. I don’t particularly love meat but I do enjoy the added textures and creaminess from some of the animal product alternatives now available. It also allows us to keep our old tried and true and family recipes because we can just sub out what we need. Food makes memories, brings people together, and creates comfort. I have no desire to harm animals (and I am sure you don’t either) and I know that near 100% of ailments can be reversed and prevented with a plant based diet. We won’t even go into the ecological, economical, and karma benefits. So, here’s what’s out there!
Best Dairy Alternatives
“But I LOVE cheese,” um, everyone says. Scientific fact that cheese affects the brain the very same as heroin. Truth. So, we are all actually addicted to cheese. There are some companies coming to our rehab rescue.
Miyoko’s has many different varieties of cheese. She has rounds of cheese platter ready cheese, like Rustic Alpine, Smoky Cheddar, and Truffle. She has cheese spread. And I love them all, whether I get them from the store or online, but what I really love is her butter. Oh my, it tastes like the real deal. Cooks the same, spreads the same, and it’s healthy. No weird ingredients in any of her products. Cashews and other delicious ingredients are fermented just like dairy to get the taste.
Violife is…I have no words….so damn realistic, you could fool a cheese maker. No kidding. (I was a cheese maker.) Made from pea protein and other delicious ingredients, you cannot go wrong. The new cheeses do not have that weird rubber aftertaste and they melt. Try the cheddar or provolone slices. Make a grilled cheese on sourdough and spray the outside of the bread lightly with olive oil spray and then top with shredded parmesan. Fry. The best grilled cheese ever. Their parmesan is our favorite. I sneak it around in my purse when we go to restaurants.
And I can’t forget Kite Hill! Best cream cheese and ricotta. Better than dairy.
Best Meat Alternatives
Beyond Meat is so convincing my daughter won’t eat it. Try their burgers. Try the ground. The “chicken” is just okay. But the beef alternatives are great. Oh, and try the sausage!
Bob’s Mill TVP. GMO soy will cause problems. GMO anything will cause problems. Soy stops bone loss and balances estrogen levels while supplying calcium and vitamin D. Bob’s is GMO free and it cooks up in chilies or soups or nachos or whatever just like ground meat. And it’s super cheap.
Gardein anything. Lord, they are good. Always vegan. Crab cakes (put in hoagies with homemade slaw), fish sticks (with French fries), meatballs (with Victoria Vegan sauce and pasta), meatloaf (with mashed potatoes and corn), and so much more.
I do tend to say away from the super processed, large company owned, GMO, and not-so-vegan brands like Morningstar and Boca. Quorn is the best for chicken flavor and they are coming out with vegan options as we speak.
The “I’ll never go vegan”ers.
My granddaughter is funny. Independent. Funny. “I don’t like vegan food.” “I don’t want vegan food.”
We then name off dozens of foods that she likes or loves that are vegan. Most people do not realize how easy it is and how many things are already vegan or have a vegan-ready counterpart next to it at the store or in your pantry. Maybe we need a new name for vegan food. How about GOOD FOOD. I’m a good foodist. And with the help of innovative new chefs and companies, it’s that much easier to get good food on the table.
Her eyes closed, pressed into drug induced coma. The air from the oxygen clashing with the rattling rasp coming from her throat. The death rattle. I recognize it.
So much I want to say but as I go to speak my words catch and my eyes well and the words cannot tumble out without the crashing of tears inhibiting my sentiments.
So I stay silent.
She taught me to be a woman. A good woman.
A good wife, calming and agreeable. No matter what grandpa says, even if it is terribly obvious that she knows that bit of information, she looks grateful and sweet and nods. Everything he says is fascinating. Ever caring, every meal made with love, every thing taken care of for him. The looks they share. A love affair of seventy-something years. To be a wife like that.
A good mother, adoring and loving. Her children make up the fiber of her essence and she would have done-or did do- anything to help them. Across the miles or next door, her love for them never failed.
A good grandmother, ever supportive and beloved. Beloved. Cookies in the cookie jar and hot coffee at the ready. Even if we were six years old. Always there for us. Always cheering us on. Like we were the most important people in the world. Grandmother, great-grandmother, great-great grandmother. She has lived a life of loving. I think she waited until my second granddaughter, Ayla Mae, was born a few months ago, on their 70th wedding anniversary.
Every piece in me she filled, that of mother, grandmother, friend.
There was room in her house for anyone who needed a place to stay. Always ready with a handout or a smile. Her generosity extended endlessly.
She taught me to sew, to crochet, to cook eggs. Every Tuesday for years as an adult I would pick her up and we would go to IHOP or a new restaurant (usually IHOP though, she loved the pancakes) and then shopping. We talked about anything and everything.
She grew up on a farm. She married a dashing cowboy at the age of sixteen. Grandpa. She was a waitress for many years because, in her words, she had nice legs. Oh my goodness, I will miss that woman.
The full moon hovered brightly over the land last eve and Yule was nigh. The 12 days of Christmas was originally the 12 days of Yule. Festivities, bonfires, hearth fires, the yule log, the decorated trees, feeding the birds and other wildlife, exchanging gifts, and checking on the elderly and homebound fill the days of Yule leading to new year.
It is a quiet morning here in my cozy home. Father Sun peeks through the windows while climbing to start the day. I sip my warm coffee, the earthiness and steam filling the air. We keep the lights on the tree on often. Just sitting in my rocking chair watching the glimmering lights, scanning the many ornaments that hold place as story tellers, makes me joyful and calm. I put a Christmas album on. My favorite is Andy Williams. The presents are piled on the bed ready to be wrapped in paper and bows.
The birds outside sing and dart about. The fat squirrel looks at me through the window. She is out of bird seed. Sweet thing; I wish blessings on all the wildlife. A young eagle landed in the tree the other day and we sat together for some time. The geese fly overhead noisily, their synchronized flying like swimmers in the sky. Upon this great landscape of earth is such a lovely place to live. I am thankful each day for health, for life, for family, for this cozy home where the hearth fires burn.
Yesterday I did ceremony on my friends who are getting married beneath the full moon by a fire outdoors. Today I get the honor of officiating their wedding. Tomorrow we are off to my cousin’s, the next day to our friends’, home again for Christmas eve and my children will all gather here. Santa knows to come to Grammie and Pa’s house. Christmas morning will shine bright with the love of family. A late Hannukah celebration with family and my daughter’s birthday round out the festivities before the new year dawns with promise and light.
What are your plans for the holidays, my Friends? From our home to yours, I wish you the happiest Christmas and a blessed Yule. May you be with those you love and may peace fill your home.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, and most Joyous Yule, my dear friends. Our household, throughout the year, tends to honor and celebrate the oldest of traditions and beliefs, long before organized religion and that feels beautiful and real to us. We will be celebrating Yule, but since I was raised Christian and Doug was raised Jewish, we incorporate all sorts of lovely traditions into our house and celebrate with our families. For all the celebrations are really the same, the celebration of light, love, and hope.
Decorating for the holidays should be nothing short of fun! Incorporating ideas, palettes, and items that bring joy are the basis for holiday décor.
We have collected cute stockings for a long time. The children took some of their stockings to their own homes. We are one short this year with the arrival of Ayla Mae, so I will find an adorable one for her. Santa is coming to Grammie and Pa’s house Christmas Eve! (To my great delight!) I hung the stockings with care from the curtain rods.
This was the first tree top angel I bought when I was nineteen years old in my first home. I, of course, chose the tallest tree I could fit in my house this year so angel sits in the window welcoming loved ones. Find these beautiful candles for a buck and some in the religious aisle of your grocery store. They have them without the pictures on them. They burn for a long time and they add festivity and charm to the home.
Incorporating things you love is easy. This moose was one of two that Doug got me our first Christmas together. Her head is falling off but way up on the bookshelf she has a safe place of importance.
The tree is filled with ornaments of old and new. Photo ornaments the children made in grade school and ones from my childhood. Ones from Grandma’s tree and many from our travels.
Yuletide décor is in the details. Use holiday china this time of year, even for lunch! Put oil lamps in each room. Light plenty of candles. Place strings of garland and twinkly lights in each room (even the bathroom!)
These sweet, little cloches hold seasonal treasures. Bird’s nests and moss covered twigs, sprigs of pine and pinecones.
We opted this year to just string lights around the front porch and set them on a timer. I love my ristras (one day I will be in New Mexico) and I leave the chairs and tables set up all winter in case of a sunny day that can be spent on the porch. Always add pieces of yourself in the décor. A sterile scene from a store doesn’t create the spirit of life that your own personal touches can.
Place tea candles on sand inside lunch bags and line your front walk. Light an oil lamp on the front porch for visitors. Make handmade gifts this year. Spend time enjoying the season. And make space in your heart for light, love, and hope.
Six years ago today I sat down and wrote my first blog post. I had just recently heard of blogging. I was writing regular columns in a few local newspapers but I was excited to take my words onto a bigger scene. Even if I didn’t get any followers, I would enjoy typing away in the morning while watching out my window, holding a cup of coffee and watching the chickens play. We were still fairly novice at everything from chickens to growing lettuce so the blog has chronicled our vast and adventurous journey and the life of a family, and inadvertently has become a comprehensive site to find out how to do everything from making witch hazel to milking goats. My “How to Make Chokecherry Wine” has had thousands of views over the years. Tomorrow, we will bottle homemade mead.
I remember seeing a blog that had five hundred followers. I could not believe it. 500! I wondered what that would be like. This morning I have one thousand, one hundred, and two followers. Over 142,000 people have read my blog since I began this journaling journey six years ago in a rented farmhouse with nary an idea of how much to water crops. We’ve come a long way!
Six years ago I was preparing for my first granddaughter to arrive. Today my second granddaughter is twelve days old. Many people watched as we moved to what we thought was our forever farm, only to become homeless. You cheered us on as we got back on our feet and purchased a home of our own with a third of an acre and a chicken coop. You have watched me make friends, mourned over deaths with me, read as we created new businesses, patted us on the back as they closed, shared holidays with us. laughed with me, and befriended me.
Turns out that folks don’t keep blogs going for very long, maybe just a few years. I love blogging. Anyone who enjoys writing ought to start a blog. It is easy and so restorative. I just want to thank all the readers out there right now for giving me an ear, a place to be, for following along on this Farmgirl adventure. It is far more fun to write for an audience.
I read through the November posts from 2012. The first ones. Man, that’s some funny stuff. Typos and all. (Amazing how much one can edit and still overlook typos!) Thanks for purchasing my books. (AuthorKatieSanders.com) I have seven, but Farmgirl School; Homesteading 101, which covered our first few years and my memoir, The Making of a Medicine Woman are near and dear. I will have a second Farmgirl School book out by the end of next year. We have much to discuss about urban farming and lots of projects to do! (Let us turn the back porch into a greenhouse. Should we get ducks? Let’s make a walk-through arbor with pumpkins and twinkly lights!) Oh friends, six years later, we are just getting started. Thanks for coming along for the ride.
If you have been a follower since the beginning please make a comment. Here’s to another six years of living the good life.
Thanksgiving eve. There is always so much to be thankful for. Health, family, security, home, and an inspired life. These things I think of and am thankful for each day of the year. As a vegetarian and a history lover, Thanksgiving isn’t really my favorite holiday. And this year my children will be other places. So, I have put up my Christmas houses and am clearing a place for the tree. Yes, Yule is my very favorite holiday of the year. The lights, the charity, the music, the wrappings, the trimmings, the beauty and joy that surrounds Yuletide is intoxicating for me.
Now, I feel like we are all old friends here. Just like you are over for coffee this pretty morning and I am telling you about how I, on a whim, just registered for a full load of classes to pursue a teaching degree (yes, I did that the other night) or am showing you photographs of my new granddaughter. Over the years we’ve have had some laughs, we’ve had some tears, we’ve had some wine. But I like the tangible as well. I would love to be on your Christmas card list this year and I will add you to mine. Let us pen old fashioned wishes and hopes for the new year. I love hearing from readers and responding. It makes us friends out there in this big, small world.
Christmas cards may seem old fashioned, but they are a link and a wish to family and friends, old and new, and a moment of your time and love. There is no greater gift than that. Christmas cards have led to a few really fabulous pen pals for me. I enjoy so much that moment of peeking in the mailbox and finding a card or letter. Placing the envelope in my apron pocket as I make a cup of tea. Sitting down to savor every word. To be there. To listen. To read. To pull out a few pieces of beautiful stationary and respond. Yes, it is one of my favorite things. Send me a card and I will send you one as well filled with good wishes and cheer, from my cozy home to yours.
Mrs. Katie Sanders
1901 Brown Ave
Pueblo, CO 81004
Wishing you a joyous Thanksgiving and a happy beginning to your Yuletide festivities.
She would be induced at 10:00 that night. Not wanting to be two hours away, we checked into a hotel with our granddaughter, Maryjane, near the hospital after packing bags and finding a pet sitter. We went swimming and snuggled in for the night, checking my phone every few hours. Maryjane and I had coffee and then went to the hospital while Pa checked in at work. Maryjane’s other grandma came to pick her up. The soon-to-be big sister was nervous and excited and emotional. My daughter, Shyanne, arrived and we all settled in for the seemingly long arrival of a little girl. Pa came back a few hours later. We drank tea, and watched the clock, and talked to relatives on the phone, and tried to help Emily.
Being her second baby, Emily knew what to expect and what to request. She was amazing during her labor. New daddy, Reed, was nervous and doting and sweet.
The nurses all knew that we hoped the baby would arrive that day, November 14th, for it was the fervent request from the new baby’s great, great grandmother. November 14th was my grandparent’s 70th wedding anniversary. Never mind silver or gold, Grandma and Grandpa wanted a baby.
And then quite suddenly it was time. Within thirty minutes a very small little girl with curly, black hair arrived into the arms of her mother. Daddy swelled with pride. Pa and Auntie Shyanne cried. Mama sobbed with joy. I smiled and welcomed the new little one to our family. We are ten now in our tribe. Over a hundred in families that we gained through the children’s partners and our own extended families. There is truly nothing more important to me than our family.
And Ayla Mae was born. A new little medicine woman in our line.
Maryjane bounced into the room accompanied by her grandma. She held a stack of papers that she had composed a song in scribbles on and immediately went to singing to her new baby sister.
Those near and dear came in to call. Ayla has our family birthmark. She has her daddy’s ears and nose. She is so beautiful. I caught my breath and held her close through the night letting mama and daddy sleep some. And in the quiet of that dimmed hospital room, that precious heartbeat next to mine, I felt the immensity of it all, the blessings that fill my life and this family that we have helped create. A Thanksgiving gift. (And an anniversary one as well!)