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.
You’d think as a writer that I would relish this opportunity to utilize my fingertips and words to talk about my emotions… my thoughts… my sadness. But truth be told, I’m forcing myself to type these words. The biggest part of me wants to run to the hills, dig myself a cozy hole in the
I swear, y’all. You cannot even make this stuff up. Farm life… home life… they continue to just leave me speechless. Ya, speechless. Or screaming. Either one. So take a walk with me down the lane, while we sip on some (potentially spiked) iced chai teas and I’ll tell you a story… While making our
Three weeks ago, the heavens opened, angels sang, gold rained down from the clouds, and life as we knew it was perfect. Lyle was born. Aww. Hello, Lyle. So thankful to have you here, my dear little one. Such a long, long time we waited for you. So many “dates” with Hiro, the bull. So
Remember, way about when, when flies didn’t bother us? (Well, rather, flies didn’t bother Adam and Eve…) Can you even imagine what that must’ve been like? Yes, I think of those times… when Adam was in the Garden, milking his sweet Jersey cow, frolicking in meadows of green grass, squirting milk into his perfectly clean