The Entertaining Farmgirls Supper Club


We Entertaining Farmgirls had such a good time at the last dinner party.  I love hosting farm to table dinners and though I don’t have a farm to host it on, I sure do have a beautiful place with views and a great kitchen to hold them in!  The next one is Sunday, June 12th and I have some spots left.  Wouldn’t you like to join us?

Shyanne and I are creating a four course beautiful meal with all the bells and whistles.  Organic, local, our own homegrown from the community garden, a blend of amazing culinary treasures.  An amazing late spring meal complete with drink pairings, enchantment, and new friends.  The stragglers can enjoy the sunset on the balcony with us.

We love the element of the surprise menu.  (If you have food preferences, whisper them to me and I will tell you which dinner to sign up for!)  The nice table settings, the glasses clinking, homemade comfort food, and fun.

Contact me for more information, for the donation amount, and to save your spot at table! 303-617-3370

Grow Where Planted

So, what would be the perfect homestead size?  5 acres?  20 acres?  100 acres?  A river running through it?  Near a library?  I am starting to wonder if instead of always thinking, ‘THAT would be the perfect homestead’ and then being frustrated because it is out of my reach, that perhaps I should look around where I am at.  I may very well have the closest-to-perfect-possibly-at-this-time-in-my-life homestead.

SAMSUNG  (Steve and Doug with baby goats)

We spend a fair amount of time at my friend, Nancy’s homestead because for our new business and lifestyle venture, Farmgirls-From the Homestead. (http://facebook/  The goat’s milk is at her house (cause her goats are there!) so we make soap over there…and cheese….and go over there to view baby barn kitties and baby goats.  Very sweet.  She has a lovely forty acres, a red barn, horses milling in the fields.  Idyllic.

outdoor table (picture idea I took from the internet)

We started discussing our seemingly endless design of ideas for this year’s business venture ranging from multiple farmers markets, incorporating the idea and products into my current shop, The Garden Fairy Apothecary ( ), teaching canning classes, bread baking classes, homestead tours, and Farm to Table dinners, all of which we will do this summer and fall.  We discussed the Farm to Table dinners for her property and found a level area that overlooks the hills and would be quaint and ethereal for a Farmgirl fancy dinner.  She mentioned that we could do one at my house too.  I was thinking….but I live in town.  Who wants to go to a Farm to Table dinner on the driveway?  But then it hit me…I live in town.  How many people live in town but are still interested in homesteading and making their way more self sufficiently but, like me, cannot and may never be able to afford acreage?  I live a mere three miles from Nancy, I am not in the city of Denver, but I do live in a neighborhood, on a busy street, with neighbors.  And a large garden, and a small orchard, with chickens, soon to be goats, and checking the zoning, alpacas.  I can turn the garage into a barn.  I could turn the yard in front of the porch, who’s grass has long since left us, into a magical apothecary garden and bee garden.  Swirly paths of bricks and oregano, sweet scents of rosemary and thyme, carpets of chives.  I could host the Farm to Table dinner in the driveway, next to the raised beds, in view of all of the farm animals.  I could place a long table in the back yard and eat with the chickens (not eat the chickens, I said, eat with the chickens!) and have a nice view of the fairgrounds.  Perhaps a rodeo will be going on.


I mean, I may not be able to get the alpacas, and in some areas folks can’t even have chickens, but there are so many options we can do.  Bee hive?  Chickens?  Goats?  Garden?  Balcony garden?  Community garden?  Use less electricity?  Preserve food?  Use less water?  Walk more places instead of driving?  Crochet your own scarf?  Bake your own bread?  Smoke your own fish?  Grow your own herbs?  Plant an apple tree?  The sky is the limit.  And even in smaller quarters, there is always something we can do to be more self sufficient and homestead.


Here on this homestead, I can have all the things I want, not have too much to keep up, and walk to the library.  The best of both worlds.

Homestead for Rent

“Oh by the way, I was wrong.”


“About the rent, I was wrong.  Our place is for rent for….”

The ground moves a little beneath my feet while that childish giddiness and unreasonable excitement wells up in my gut.  It is five hundred dollars less than he had previously quoted.  The perfect homestead was now in my grasp.  My friend will rent me the perfect homestead.

We drive over there (fifteen minutes from our house, ten miles from our shop, and in Elbert county) and pull into the large gate and up a little hill past the garage and to the house.  The view of Pikes Peak and the mountain range stretches out before us like a long lost oasis.  Its beauty is breathtaking, as is the land.  The topography of the place is different in each area.  Forty acres of play land.  Twenty of rocks, thick forests filled with birds, and hiking, twenty of farmland and pasture.  A nine-thousand square foot barn begs for Farm to Table dinners and animals, a goat shed, an old riding arena slash huge garden (think of all that old composted horse manure!).

The house itself is not the prettiest thing we ever saw.  A circa 1980’s tri-level….enough said?  The kitchen cabinets are dark wood, depressing and…..dark, the bathroom fixtures are bluebird blue.  Blue.  Blue toilet, sink, bathtub that won’t fit me.  The blue kind of intrigues me.  Four bedrooms.  Two and a half baths.  A view of Pikes Peak and the mountains from every large window.  And here is the beauty; a separate area, the lowest level has a door keeping the cats out of it, and contains a bedroom big enough for a small family, a toilet, a living area, and a separate entrance.  A place for Bret and Emily and Maryjane sans allergies.  I am certain I can make it look like a sprawling adobe.  It just needs several ristras, rugs, and paintings.  My own touch of New Mexico.  Heck, I am going to Santa Fe in two weeks for my birthday.  By the time I am done, this house will think it is in New Mexico!

I start to worry.  Oh, worry is a farmgirl’s nemesis.  What if the electric bill is too high?  (only electric heat)  What if the kids don’t come out there?  What if we get snowed in the dirt roads?  What if I hate the old appliances?  What if Bumble falls down the hill and hurts himself?…..Yeah, and that’s when it starts to get ridiculous with the what if’s.

Perhaps facing my utmost dream of being self sufficient, a farmer, and having animals is daunting.  Maybe it is easy to sit here in town and sigh and wish I had a goat and a larger garden patch and a well.  Now, folks, I’m gonna have to work!  I have a farm to create, and animals to care for, and a farmgirl oath to carry.  This is the big time!

I want this blog to become a book.  My stories and experiences transferred into paper pages to entertain and make life easier for new homesteaders.  To transport city folk to the country if even for a chapter.  This is the next chapter, a real farm.  I still need Doug to give the final yes.  It’s a pain moving.

I picture a long table with red tablecloths, glasses of wine clinking, fresh food being shuttled in, friends around the table in the barn.  Chickens pecking for crumbs dropped.  The day is sweet with pine.  The old cow that comes with the property that likes to be scritched gets visited as guests mull around the grounds.  The stars are so bright you can reach out and grab one, just like this dream possibly coming true.

Emily points over by the barn, “And that’s where we can put Maryjane’s miniature pony.”  This is going to be fun!