Farmgirl School

The Good Life On Pumpkin Hollow Farm

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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I love to thumb through old postcards in antique stores.  Not only do I enjoy the vintage art work, but also finding ones with handwriting scribbled across.  A window into a past world, a seemingly simpler place. Postcards were the equivalent of a text or email.  “Mom says that you should come over for dinner …

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I try to not to get the “gimmies”.  Gimme this and gimme that.  I try to be content with what I have.  But, folks, I am trying to be a homesteader here and I am missing a major component to success!  I have the gimmies.  I am not afraid to admit it.  I want a …

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“What are you doing?” He hollered out the window at me.  His green minivan pulled over on the wrong side of the street, window down, creased face looking at me as though I might be highly amusing or highly strange.  “I’m mowing the lawn!” I answered.  “I haven’t seen one of those since I had …

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First gather your friends and build a fabulous structure out of mud.  The small windows on the outside are so that intruders cannot easily get in.  It keeps children from sneaking in past curfew as well.  The small door is opened so that people can come in and out.  If you open both gates you …

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As most farmgirls, I am generally the first one awake and the thought of rich, dark coffee fuels me through the herd of hungry cats, antsy, barking dogs, and the mental check list for the day.  Oh coffee, my love, my sweet, black and aroma-rich, I will take another sip and organize my thoughts. Little …

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