The ordinary. Hi. My name is Shaye. And I would like to share with you ordinary photographs from these past few days. Because – get this now – my life is ordinary. Y’all. I have four kids five and under. It’s so dang wonderful and so brutally hard. A clean house is a distant memory like a
There are so many special details to share with you about the new potager, but in the meanwhile, I’ve recorded a short video to give you a little garden tour of what we’ve been up to! Since the video, I’m pretty sure my dog has eaten at least two more plants. Yay.
Life Snippets Daily snippets of life in our homesteading madness. Welcome to the party, rockstars.
I believe in farm life. And here’s why. My dear, sweet, ever-working husband is putting the finishing touches on our 9 foot farm table. It’s been in the works since early summer and to say I’m excited to see this project coming to a close is an understatement. I’ve always dreamed of a table just
I decided to crash amongst the chaos, submit to the never ending piles of boxes and trash, and reminisce. I need time to take a deep breath, to really see my surroundings, to really interact with all that encompasses this farm. Because we’ve only got a week left. And then it’s… Goodbye Farm. Sunnier Days
I often receive emails from readers wondering where to begin their homesteading journey. And much to their disapproval, I’m sure, I always respond with the same, vague answer (which I’m sure offers them no help but I say it anyway): DREAM. I can’t overemphasis the importance of dreaming for the homesteader. Because, after all, who
It amazes me as a gardener how one year a particular crop can be right-on-the-money, only to be followed by a disastrous showing the following season. Last summer, I was able to put up a years supply of onions, braided lovingly in my laundry room, for all the world to see. This year, my measly
Even though I didn’t grow up eating chutneys, I will admit that they’re a nostalgic food for me. Not for the memories of eating them, perhaps, but for the memories I hold watching Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstale cook them on River Cottage. It’s no secret that I’ve got a crush on Hugh, and well, the entire River
Summer has a bit of magic that swirls around the fringes of complete insanity. Just when I think I’ll surely hole up and die of exhaustion, there are teeny moments of pure, well, magic that revive my soul enough to complete another task… another chore… another harvest. While I was snuggled up to Sally’s flank,
It’s a rare moment on the farm. The hobbit is tucked into bed after an intense showering session in which the mud (ah, who am I kidding, it was mostly poop) he’d decided to play in while I was milking was washed away, along with the sins of the day. G-love is pretending she’s a