Pumpkin Hollow Farm

Seven Years in Farmgirl School

My mantra this year, for 2018, was, “Never make a decision based on fear.”  It was amazing how many times I caught myself making decisions (keep my struggling apothecary open, open another shop, apply to begin school) based on fear rather than faith.  This simple mantra helped me understand my motives and make better decisions (no …

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They closed with little fanfare.  New opportunities only come from shut doors. One shop that had been in place for years transfers to my daughter, Shyanne, and she will have more success without the overhead.  The new shop space is left better than it was before.  No one came and the fates have spoken.  I …

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1- Just because you are very good at something doesn’t mean you have to do it.  You can always reinvent what your life looks like. 2- Life is meant to be experienced.  There is no one purpose. You will have plenty of time to ponder the meaning of the universe, right now be human and experience …

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My goodness, the house is lovingly leveled with trimmings and paper and gifts galore.  And the gentle hum of Christmas comes to an end.  But the Season of Light continues on as Yuletide goes until New Year’s Day.  The tree, the lights, the song all come from Yule, so really, Christmas lives on.  So I …

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Our blessings come to the forefront of each day.  The days we watch our granddaughter, Maryjane, are full of laughter and fun.  We talk into the evening with the great friends we share home with.  We are going to a slumber party tonight at my cousin’s house.  It will be as if we were twelve …

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I wonder if life thus far has been preparing us for this.  Doug and I love bed and breakfasts.  We travel when we can and see as many as we can.  We even considered opening our own.  We lived through the coldest winter of our lives and came out stronger and loving the sun even …

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The morning rang promise.  The air outside twenty degrees and the inside of the house had warmed to forty eight.  But the sun shone so brightly, so gloriously this morn and I found that the prairie’s cold edges had been softened by an overnight snowfall that left the spance of barrenness now dancing with tiny …

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