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The Good Life On Pumpkin Hollow Farm

This is an excusive look inside a farmhouse whose occupants have been busy with shows promoting their farm, fluffy farm animals, and writing books.  I warn you, these written images are not for the meek. There are cat boogies in my hair the lamb just peed under the chair the dining table is filled with …

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When we originally walked into this little house, I was trying not to get my hopes up because I knew it was a little further out than we (well, not we, he) wanted.  I saw the long pantry and the wood cook stove and squeaked in an attempt to shutter my squeal of joy.  The …

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I wonder what Laura Ingalls Wilder must have felt like at the end of her life.  To have seen the wild west as truly that.  To have only used candles, wood stoves, and root cellars.  Then to watch as electricity took the nation by storm, coffee makers and dishwashers plugged in, refrigerators and stoves.  I …

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This time of year we are anxiously trying to finish all of our farm chores before winter sets in.  Yesterday we pulled up corn stalks that may as well have been aspen trees.  The tomato plants had grown roots equally as long and did not want to budge either.  We are both a little sore …

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I bought my first house when I was nineteen years old, new baby in tow.  I have always loved decorating and lovingly infused the new place with hand me down furnishings, trash finds, and funky antiques.  Lace curtains, wood floors, black and white tiled linoleum in the kitchen.  It was quaint, it was home.  After …

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