Summer Berry Hand Pies
It’s easy to idealize farm life. Especially in the fleeting moments where the kids are barefoot and smiling, the old baskets are filled with summer berries, and butterflies dance around…
Read MoreTwo parents. Four hooligans. We farm together. We eat together. We grow together. It ain’t always pretty but I wouldn’t want it any other way.
It’s easy to idealize farm life. Especially in the fleeting moments where the kids are barefoot and smiling, the old baskets are filled with summer berries, and butterflies dance around…
Read MoreHello my friends, It’s been two years in the making for me to share this farmer’s cheese post with you. In Spring of 2021, when we were ready to breed…
Read MoreBefore we take a June cottage garden tour, let’s remember where we began. A plastic deck with a broken hot tub, aluminum railing, and a field of crabgrass were all…
Read MoreI’ve heard rumors that as one ages, they tend to go one of two ways: Either their edges and tendencies grow sharper, harsher, and more amplified or they soften –…
Read MoreI have a favorite kind of free day. I wake up to my husband curled up against my back. He, very kindly, likes to let me know it’s time to…
Read MorePerhaps one of the greatest gifts given back to the photographer for their efforts is a “forced eye”. Camera in hand, training gone well, the photographer approaches subjects with an…
Read MoreI wanted to share a picture with you that means much more than a picture. Allow me to explain. I am transforming. I noticed when I took a picture last week…
Read MoreIt’s too late – there’s no going back now. Somehow, Stuart and I (who are young, vibrant, and care-free) are the parents of these growing humans. People tell you this…
Read MoreWe brought in a new greenhouse over a year ago. It’s taken us this long to get it pieced together and finished for growing. I don’t really know how to…
Read MoreMy twelve year old looked me in the eye, a look of curiosity on her face. “You sound like an old lady, Mom. Things are getting weird.” (Psh. Frankly, I…
Read MoreCome the dark, cold days of January that seem to number far more than 31, I have to play tricks with myself to pull my mind through. It’s not that…
Read MoreI’m genuinely trying to be the type of adult who doesn’t wait for things to completely explode before dealing with them. My kitchen pantry has been giving me gentle nudges letting me…
Read MoreAnd as experience is the best teacher, I’m here to share with you how to bake better bread at home. Save yourself years of bad loaves. My many baking flops are your gain. Here’s how to bake better bread at home.
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