Now I said it with my mom voice. You know the mom voice? Even if the kids grow up and move out the voice still finds its way around. “No shoes in the house!” I says. Best mom voice. No…(pause)…shoes … Continue reading Footprints ‘Cross the Floor (the fallacy of the clean farmhouse)
It used to be referred to as “Mommy School”. That is what Andy used to call it. He loved workbooks and extra reading. We loved to visit museums, art galleries, and book stores. This was when he was five or six. He would tell his teacher all about Mommy School. But time found us getting busier and I with three little ones and Mommy School was limited. When after a year of high school and Andy struggling out of lack of interest I decided to homeschool all three of them. We visited the teacher supply store and went crazy buying workbooks … Continue reading Grammie School
We fill our days taking Maryjane here and there. We always wanted to enjoy summer! Farmer’s markets, canning, gardening, and farm animals made us so busy we would blink and it would be fall. We always missed out on that hammock or ice cold drink outside in a lawn chair. Every day we are out and about enjoying summer since we now have absolutely nothing to do but be grandparents. We took Maryjane to the park yesterday. It was a large sweeping park with large playgrounds and rolling grass for soccer games. Daycare groups and families filled the playgrounds and … Continue reading Capturing the Joy of Kids and Summer
This farm just hasn’t seemed like a farm lately. The chickens are still running amok and always hungry, the farm dog is sleeping, the cats are mousing, but something was missing. We sure missed our goats! About a month and a half ago they went to see about some men. We hadn’t a clue what we were looking for regarding heat cycles so Isabelle’s original owner agreed to let the girls stay there and she would make sure they were bred. Goats have a twenty day heat cycle and on the eighteenth day of being at boarding school, Isabelle and … Continue reading Guess Who Came Home for Christmas!
Guess who came early? I don’t usually pull all the way to the back of our driveway but I had a bucket of grounds from the coffee shop to add to the compost pile before the cab of my truck took on … Continue reading New Arrival on Pumpkin Hollow Farm
Not in my kitchen, though that would be fun! My cats would wonder what kind of odd dog I had brought home this time, and Bumble, the greyhound, would have thought he had a new playmate. I went to Nancy’s … Continue reading Goats in the Kitchen (and homemade chevre)