Beneath our kitchen lies a hundred-year-old root cellar that you’ve never seen… see how we converted it and made the most of what this ‘ol farm has to offer.
“Under Construction” – a title that fits well for both my blog and my life, no? Which should we talk about first? How about life. Yes life, as ever, is “under construction”. In the depths of February, I always begin to contemplate life and what we’re doing and if it’s working. The cold of this
At a time when I probably should be writing down lists of this or that requiring work in the home, I rather find myself relaxing into the imperfection that is life in an old home. It hasn’t stopped me from scribbling down a few tasks that need to be completed (read: my bedroom walls are
I used to have a chicken that defied the odds. I always assumed, as a mature farmer (of course), that I wouldn’t take to any of my farm animals as ‘pets’. They’re here to work and they serve a purpose and that was that. But my Helen hen broke the mold. I’ve had very few
It was day-two of barn renovations yesterday and know I use the term “barn renovation” very loosely. For starters, it’s not exactly a ‘barn’, but since this is a farm, by golly I’m going to make it a barn. When we arrived at Le Chalet Farm three years ago, we were blessed to have this
I woke up at 4:30 am this morning to bake bread. Yes, you read that right. I know. I should probably get a metal or something. Cue the music! What’s that? People wake up at 4:30am every day to go to work? Psh. Pay no mind to facts such as that. Truth be told, I
Though it may have seemed quiet on the blog these past few weeks, always remember this: I’m a duck. Even though all may appear smooth on the surface, underneath, I’m always paddling like mad. It’s a gift and a curse. I’m certainly not short of ideas and inspiration to bring them into fruition. It’s part
Dare I say… We’re back at it this “homeschooling thing”. And dare I say, this may be the first year I actually have any sort of clue what I’m doing? I probably shouldn’t confess that considering I am my child’s teacher, but heck man, it’s the truth. Years ago I sat wide-eyed, paralyzed in fear,