Hello. Can you hear me? Or is my voice muffled through the foot and a half of fresh, powdery snow that is currently covering the homestead? I hope you can hear me. Because I’ve got some things to say, yo. After all – it’s almost Christmas! Time for love and mushy stuff and reflection and
At the end of it all, I have hope. We lost our Lochy boy this past week. He ventured a wee bit too far from home (not far as the crow flies, but none-the-less, ended up on a 45 mph country road) and was struck by a car. A pedestrian happened to see him laying
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’ve been blessed with a wonderful little eater. The Hobbit has always been an easy nurser. I’ve been exclusively breast feeding these past seven months, but now that he is growing so quickly and is able to maneuver his mouth better, I’m more than happy to begin supplementing him with some high quality first foods.
When something is so wonderful, it’s totally worth sharing. And because this is so wonderful – well, you guessed it. Here I am to share it with you. For my birthday, my sister-in-law had a present custom made – hand sewn, people! First, let’s start with the brush bag. I love this bag for
We are so blessed.I know, I say it over and over again, and I’m sure you’re bound to get tired of it…but I just can’t help but see the wonderful blessings that surround us each and every day. A few days before Christmas, our dear neighbors (who have four little ones themselves) sent over a
Changes, y’all. Big changes. I felt so melancholy a few nights back, I wanted to just crawl out of my skin. I sat in bed, nursing Juliette… staring out the window… praying with Stuart. The sprinkler was watering the field off in the distance and it’s faithful tick-tick-tick gave a rhythmic undertone to my heavy
Important matters of business today. Very important. As every day, really. After all, baking bread, redecorating, and potty training is how the West was won – wasn’t it? Nevermind. Let’s start with this exciting project: Please don’t judge me for not having curtains up yet. They’re $20 a panel! And I need four! It’s ridiculous.
Chicken feet. The feets of the chicken. Boys and girls, that’s what we’re talking about today. Now, don’t go gettin’ all grossed out. Y’all are familiar with our ideals for our farm. Nothing gets wasted. And why on Earth Americans wasted these wonderful morsels is beyond me. We’ll eat fast food but we won’t simmer chicken
This. Every morning, this. I could wake up seventy thousand more times, roll out of bed, scramble to find a mismatched pair of socks, and throw on an oversized, overworn sweatshirt before hobbling out to the thrift store couch (where no less than four little ones will soon find me) and never tire of it.