The Grandma House

  My grandparents lived in their house for forty years.  They have lived in their current one for twenty.  My in-laws lived in theirs for thirty.  I wonder what it would be like to settle into a place that is home.  Where every corner holds memories, each piece of furniture remembers laughter and family gatherings, … More The Grandma House

Our New Home

We rambled up the long driveway in our old truck and took in the view of the alpaca farm down the hill and the glorious eastern horizon where the sunrises will glint down upon the plants and through the numerous trees that reside on his property. “I really feel that the sage is here to … More Our New Home

The Bad Day

My friends, I appreciate every single person that takes the time to read my words, to cheer us on, to cry with us, to talk to me outside of this blog, who cares about our family, who lets me write and allows me to have readers.  Thank you. One of my problems, that I think … More The Bad Day

The Little House that Waited (our forever farm)

Once upon a time there was a little house.  The house was stout and sturdy.  He took great pride in protecting his little family from the elements and was a peaceful haven with low ceilings and a piping hot wood stove.  He kept things cozy as the mother crocheted beautiful blankets and worked on her treadle sewing … More The Little House that Waited (our forever farm)

Searching for Home

It is just an ordinary old building from the outside.  It was a feed store and a liquor store among other things.  Its basement is flooded and water rushes around the old, old boiler standing proudly, its ankles wading in the rainwater misplaced.  The large main floor is open with high ceilings, windows, wood floors, … More Searching for Home

A Shed of One’s Own

This has been the year of inspiration for me.  I am passionately fired up and fueled by inspiration and sheer joy right now.  This beautiful homestead and all its capabilities, a new place to call home, meeting new people, closing one side of our business and building the other, I am dreaming, and notebooks are filling up with ideas … More A Shed of One’s Own