Over a thousand blog followers. I could not believe it as I lifted my coffee cup to my lips, the steam rising in the cooler morning air, and saw that number. 136,555 hits to my writings. My most popular blog by far (by thousands) was How to Make Chokecherry Wine! I want to share that with you again along with a few of my favorite blog posts.
What a chronicle this has become! I use it nearly daily. How do you can beans? I look up my blog! I am teaching a canning class today and I couldn’t remember how long to can pickled beets and eggs. It’s right here.
We had a lovely visit with our friends, Lisa and Lance yesterday at Bristol brewery that resides inside a hundred year old school. They have been on the same journey as we have all these years. We have watched our children grow up and grandchildren come. They have worked hard and own a ranch with their family out east. ( https://rafterwranch.net/) We talk about her cows, my chickens, our plans, our kids, this lifestyle. We have some very big changes and great plans coming up so I bounce ideas off of Lisa and we talk about ways to make my new business idea work (oh, the suspense, I can’t tell you yet!) and how to use our house to buy a farm in the future. In almost six years so much has changed for both of us, yet there sipping a macchiato on a summer day we may as well have been in her kitchen years ago plotting our next farming move. Like minded friends are gold, folks.
And so, here’s to a 1000 more readers and a great many more tales to tell.
How to Make Chokecherry Wine
A Visit to an Amish Home
And a Child Was Born
I finished my book.
Two years ago, exactly, I was sitting in my friends’ living room in San Diego. I loved visiting Lisa and Steve. Over glasses of wine we discussed future, the spirit world, wisdom, and a book I should write.
“You should write it on the beach!” Lisa suggested. How lovely that would be.
“I could be on Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday!” I exclaimed.
The book came to me in pieces but then our financial stress made me put it away. It came back in a novel form and I didn’t like it so I put it away.
In many books that I have read, spirits help put ideas into one’s head. As soon as Lisa died, my book came to me in a torrent of rapid fire typing. It was finished in two and a half weeks. It is being edited now.
Living my own life again through writing about it was quite the emotional rollercoaster. I was faced with being honest about people in my life. Seeing the truth of matters. Of reliving abusive situations, of struggle, of triumph, and love. The lessons that I have learned along the way from my mentors and my friends and the earth have been staggering, and beautiful, and have led me to this place where I am now. As a healer.
After I finished, I opened a cupboard and a memorial bracelet for my friend, Nancy fell out. I haven’t seen it in a long time. I can feel Kat’s presence. I know that my friends beyond the veil helped me write this book and I hope it will help others, or at the very least, entertain.
This is the book I have been waiting to write. I already have a book signing scheduled. I hope to have many more. I am grateful.
The Making of a Medicine Woman coming soon….(still working on a subtitle!) May 1st.
We took the long way ’round. Through hillsides and pastures, leaving city behind and all the modern life we knew. We opened a shop, we raised our children, we rented farms, we lost everything, we were heartbroken, Doug went back to work, we opened a shop, we grew, we met mentors, we taught, we loved, we persevered, we searched, we prayed, we sang, we are on our way right now to Pueblo to close on our house. Thank you for all the prayers and good wishes and hugs and life you’ve shared with us. Here’s to many, many more years writing from our own Mama’s House.
November 25, 2012- I had just learned what a blog was and was excited to try it. Pages that would normally fill journals filled spaces on this web sized book. To write stories that teach and inspire and make folks laugh while learning to farm and homestead was my idea. A compilation of tales that I wish I could have found at the beginning of my journey. I could have never imagined the amazing pieces of life we would be recording.
Indeed over the past year and a half you have put up with me pouting when we lost all that, started two more blogs, always return to this one. I use my own blog so often to find recipes that I might be one of my best followers! Over 110,000 times Farmgirl School has been read over the last four years. I am honored.
When I found out that we were actually buying a house, my inspiration came flooding back. Months of blog posts already half written in my mind. Home.
Our new abode come December 30th.
November 25, 2016- I can now use the skills I have learned about chickens and ducks, gardening, and decorating, cooking, and preserving, cooking on a wood stove, and intertwine them with new memories with my beautiful family, and all the things I want to learn, like Hugelkulter beds, and canning cranberry sauce to create many more years of Farmgirl School. And all the things along the way that I will learn and share and our world-wide community continues. We all share so may beautiful desires and wishes. To return to homesteading life was certainly ours. So here we go…
I believe that many folks follow this blog, not just for the farming how-to, but because it has become a saga, a non-fiction novel of sorts! Our family memoirs. Y’all watched as the kids went through teen years and became adults. You were there when our granddaughter was born. When we were at the top of our game and when we were box and under bridge shopping. You have been there through it all. So, I have to share my daughter’s birthday too. Emily (the marvelous miss mims) is nineteen. How did my youngest child, with the strawberry blonde ponytail and green eyes and mischievous, delightful personality become nineteen? She is an amazing mother, a devoted daughter, and anyone that knows this young woman is lucky indeed. So, happy birthday to my beautiful baby girl. May this year bring you every happiness and enchantment.