It was day-two of barn renovations yesterday and know I use the term “barn renovation” very loosely. For starters, it’s not exactly a ‘barn’, but since this is a farm, by golly I’m going to make it a barn. When we arrived at Le Chalet Farm three years ago, we were blessed to have this
I woke up at 4:30 am this morning to bake bread. Yes, you read that right. I know. I should probably get a metal or something. Cue the music! What’s that? People wake up at 4:30am every day to go to work? Psh. Pay no mind to facts such as that. Truth be told, I
Though it may have seemed quiet on the blog these past few weeks, always remember this: I’m a duck. Even though all may appear smooth on the surface, underneath, I’m always paddling like mad. It’s a gift and a curse. I’m certainly not short of ideas and inspiration to bring them into fruition. It’s part
Dare I say… We’re back at it this “homeschooling thing”. And dare I say, this may be the first year I actually have any sort of clue what I’m doing? I probably shouldn’t confess that considering I am my child’s teacher, but heck man, it’s the truth. Years ago I sat wide-eyed, paralyzed in fear,
If you feel as if I’ve been quietly absent from the blogosphere, you’d be correct. I simply cannot fight the urge to play outdoors when the weather is this crisp and frankly, spectacular. It’s been in the high sixties here this past week and the air is crisp – the long shadows undeniably speak of
In reality, this age on the farm should have ended long ago. But like most young families (especially those who farm), we’ve spent the last decade building dreams and raising babies – hardly an environment that breeds organization. Yes, my friends, I’m talking about “stuff” or “piles of you-know-what” (as I often refer to them).
I was awkward as a teenager – though, let’s be honest, who isn’t? Heck, I was awkward in college. And early adulthood. Maybe I’m still quite awkward, but at least I feel more comfortable in my skin these days. It happened somewhere in my mid-twenties. I began to understand who I was and what I
One of my greatest frustrations as a blogger has been the inability to welcome you into my home. I enjoy sitting belly-to-belly with other individuals and hearing their stories over a cup of hot coffee. I enjoy talking about projects, paint colors, celebrations, and new recipes – and most importantly, sharing that in a community.