Winter Learning (permaculture and garden dreaming)

We live very seasonally.  Everything we do has its time of year to be done.  During January, there is little farm work to do.  The bees are busy in their apartment building, the goats and chickens are cared for a couple times a day, and we fill a few orders.  We have one market this entire month.  This is the time of year that we read and learn new things.  We don’t have time to learn anything in the summer and fall.  We are so exceptionally busy from pre-dawn to falling into bed exhausted at nine that we scarcely have … Continue reading Winter Learning (permaculture and garden dreaming)

Memorizing Moments and Merry Christmas

The night is surprisingly cold and calm. The snowstorm has passed and the late sky is crisp and stars are just twinkling through.  The prairie is beautifully dark.  Exhilaratingly so.  I am walking the path east into the swell of ebony towards the mailboxes.  The path is faintly lit with the bluish street light behind the farmhouse.  Christmas lights dance in the frosted windows.  In the distance a thick darkness lay and I can just make out the happy dog prancing in front of me, her sleek black coat blending into the void.  Wood smoke flows through the air from the … Continue reading Memorizing Moments and Merry Christmas

The Enchanting Prairie Visitors

The sun was shining yesterday and though the air was cool I figured it was a good time to get some laundry done.  The sky was clear and soft, a mirror of light blue stretching far and wide and the mountains stood tall in the distance.  A purple silhouette against the prairie sky.  The grasses swayed just gently.  The cows watched me as I brought my basket out to the line.  I am beginning to get used to the complete silence. It is the most beautiful sound. I threw a towel over the clothes line and grabbed a pin to affix it when I … Continue reading The Enchanting Prairie Visitors

‘Tis Thanksgiving Eve

‘Tis Thanksgiving eve a prayer hushes over the land of grateful hearts for harvest so full such bounty in our lives and hand.   We bow our heads in repose to give sweet thanks for blessings abound for those before us that bowed their heads their new lives on this prairie found.   A feast to eat before us everywhere in the wild to be found our little cottage so filled with love warm sun setting without a sound.   We will be thankful and not want so easy to wish for something more we could be unloved, hungry and cold and sleeping on a … Continue reading ‘Tis Thanksgiving Eve

Winter Storm on a Homestead

The season’s first storm blew upon the land.  Racing winds howled across the prairie.  The sounds both ominous and exhilarating.  The house shook, the wood stove crackled, cats snuggled close.  The midnight sky showed only coal black. This morning the house read forty-five degrees.  Our breath showing in threads in the main room.  In the kitchen the little wood stove-that-could chugs along trying to keep up with the frosty chill.  A gentle snow is falling. Horses escaped their pasture to the north and came galloping across our pasture.  A dozen majestic creatures stirring the snow and playing freely as they made their dawn run. The … Continue reading Winter Storm on a Homestead

A Field Trip to the Paint Mines

We walked along the dusty paths, the only sound from our shuffling feet.  Cottontail rabbits with their winter fur occasionally crossing our path.  Hawks swooped overhead.  A beautiful silence and solace lay across the land.  Not another soul out hiking today.  Just the two of us. The valleys used to be filled with Buffalo and antelopes.  This was a hunting ground for various tribes and a place that must have awed immigrants travelling across the prairie. The land used to be a tropical rainforest, most of it underwater.  The ghosts of dinosaurs swimming by.  But what you really feel is … Continue reading A Field Trip to the Paint Mines

Autumn Prairie Musings

I am in love with this place.  It speaks to me… of heartbreaks healed and promises kept. The lingering wood smoke scents the air as the rustic landscape captivates me.  It pulls me in and dances with me across further snow capped peaks and nestles me near in elder Elms.  I am pleased here, at peace, quiet, exhaled. Words and new poems run through my mind- cadences and song, psalms and prayers.  I think I have been burnt out for a long time.  Work too hard.  Expect too much of others and myself and often forget to live.  The rabbit that … Continue reading Autumn Prairie Musings