You’ve heard it. I’ve heard it. But at this moment, I’m hell bent on keeping it the reality: Keeping it simple. Culture is already swimming with holiday ideas and trinkets to fill up our time and empty our wallets. This is the time of year when I try and make a point to tuck away into my
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
We are in the depths of full-on cottage styling here these days. Yes, there is a vegetable garden that needs to be weeded. Yes, the flower beds could use an extra layer of mulch. The pig pasture is currently only halfway done being fenced, I’m sure the chicken coop could use a cleaning, and lets
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. Have you ever
Join us in our latest adventure and life snippet: tilling the garden. In case you missed it, I recently showed a video of my new Potager Garden (here’s the link). And don’t forget to Subscribe to our YouTube Channel!
Friends, I have some bad news. I don’t know anything. Okay, well that’s not entirely true… I know a few things, most of which revolves around the fact of how little I know. And I’m ever reminded of just this when I dare to venture onto Pinterest (which we all know I have a love/hate
Once upon a time there was a farm girl. She loved cows. Their smell. Their fuzzy necks. Their wet, black noses. Their ability to provide her family with gallons and gallons of delicious, raw milk. And the love story goes on and on. Insert the family cow. By the way, that farm girl is me.
It was the long, brown curls that hung in front of his eyes that captured my heart. From the moment I first saw Hugh Ferring-Wittingstale on River Cottage years ago, I was totally in love. So when Hugh moved to the country and fell in love with his beloved Dorset sheep… well, I did too.
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
Sometimes the Lord chooses to answer our desperate cries quickly! Man, oh man, did this happen fast! In the context of The Elliott Homestead, this is huge news! And great news. Ya’ll. We bought a farm. Do you like how before I drop a bomb I always say ‘y’all’? I blame it on my Southern husband.