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.
Though perhaps more thoroughly demonstrated over on our YouTube channel, where we walk through the gardens in a more in-depth manner, I simply can’t help but photograph the Cottage Gardens at Le Chalet this season. As any gardener can relate, the number of hours poured into the garden are beyond calculation, and yet, remarkably, leaves
I quickly scooped up the pile of clean laundry from the dining room table, pushed in the chairs, and grabbed a dirty diaper from one of the seats. A quick run over the soft, cedar floors with the well-worn broom kept guests from popping rogue blueberries with their steps. I quickly turned on the diffuser
It’s ironic, isn’t it, that the time of year when the earth is giving more than we can possibly enjoy, I can barely find it in my strength to cook. While the charming, straight rows of the market garden bring all manner of produce to the kitchen countertop, it’s often around 4:30 pm that I
“That’s totally uncharacteristic of a homesteader.”, a neighbor stated. “To what?”, I replied. “To garden in red lipstick.”, he boldly proclaimed. “Says who?”, I laughed back. I’ve never been one for stereotypes and while I may get dirty in the garden, spend my afternoons making cheese over the stove, and milk a cow each morning, I
I’ll never tire of Django Reinhart and the way his melodies trickle through the thick summer air. The slightly French tunes vibrate throughout the house during these long, hot days and spark all manner of creativity. Much like rhythmic music makes your body move, at times even against your will, so it goes with Django and
While the cats away the mice will play, and as it were, while I was busy remodeling our horrific bathroom into a magical cottage bathroom, the chickens were busy scratching up my newly planted zinnias. I supposed then the cottage bathroom remodel process certainly didn’t come without costs, as zinnias are some of my most coveted and
How to harvest raspberry leaves. There are small moments tucked into the daily waves of movement and noise when I sneak away. A worn, thrift-store basket tucked up under my arm, I slink out the kitchen door – never bothering to close it and risk some little one hear the squeak of it shutting. My
How to store carrots. The flowers of the spring have already bloomed and tucked back into the soil while the strong perennials take their place in the potager and greenhouse gardens. As of today, the bright blue delphinium stick above the yarrow and strawberry plants. The lovage now reaches the roof life and the market