I was standing in the kitchen of the tiny farmhouse we lived in out on the prairie. A small school bus turned into the winding dirt drive and proceeded towards the house. Dust pulled up behind it as it bounced along. I yelled to Doug in the next room, “Did we have a school group … More The Duck Healer (and other tales in Cherokee Home)
That was probably the most common question asked in my grandparent’s home. Where did the time go? They would be telling a story about a friend who used to live there, or the neighbor and her daughter, or look at how tall we had gotten and shake their heads and utter the question. This continued on through … More Where Did the Time Go?
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 … More Farm Heroes and the New Chicken Yard, Greenhouse, and Shed.
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 … More Six Years of Farmgirl School (and the adventure continues)
I need this sign! Gandalf is over a hundred pounds now at seven months old. He is adorable. His crazy brother, Merlin is eight months old and thinks he is a jaguar. Or a dog. That boy is a little special. Each morning my husband emails me from work and asks, “How are you and … More The Motley Crew of Pumpkin Hollow
Ooh, purple carrots, must have those. Pak Choi, yes please. This is Pumpkin Hollow Farm, mind you, so three varieties of pumpkins in various colors sounds good. Three kinds of potatoes. Two kinds of asparagus (we are finally in a place where we can wait until the first harvest!) naturally, and don’t forget yard long … More The Cost of Gardening
How does a nearly four year old remember life on a farm so vividly two years ago? “We need to get goats,” she says casually. “We can’t have goats here,” I replied, “but guess what we are getting?” “A cow?” “Uh, no.” “How will we get milk?” she exclaims! “We are getting sheep though.” she … More The Littlest Farmgirl Strikes Again (and choosing backyard chickens)
That’s right, Folks. From small town urban farm to prairie homestead to friend’s houses to apartment living while farm dreaming to….our own homestead. One that we own. As we approach the four year anniversary of Farmgirl School, how fitting to start it off with a bang. A new farm. An urban farm. Watch as we search, find, … More The Return of Farmgirl School
We drove out past Elbert to our friends’ house and arrived on their doorstep just as it started to rain. The turkey followed to see what we were up to. One of her pups had gotten into the calf pen but couldn’t get out. Her other sweet dog snuggled up to the wood stove in … More How to Make Kombucha (and Home on the Range)
This kid. This kid is three years old today. From the moment she was born, our world lit up, much like a firecracker, with this little spunky, fun, highly smart, lovely little girl. When asked what she wants for her birthday she will reply, “Sheep. Big ones.” She has been a farmgirl from birth (after … More Happy Birthday to the Littlest Farmgirl