Let’s talk greenhouses. Rather, let’s talk about how to build a greenhouse. I’ve dreamed of them as long as I can remember – lusting after not only the practical aspect of protected and extended growing, but also the beauty. For some reason, I think of old European homes with vined in green houses tucked onto the back
I’m sorry I haven’t updated since Friday. I want you to know that y’alls comments meant the world to me and knowing that so many of you were lifting our family up in prayer just made this little ‘ol heart so happy! And there is good news. Even after the specialist recommended an immediate C-section,
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.