On the Homestead: Dreams

Dreaming has always been one of my love languages. There was a season when babies… farming… flowers… all of that was a dream. Here’s what’s next.

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Going back to Alabama.

It’s been six long years since I set foot on Alabama sand. Six years since we said goodbye to the life that we built in Alabama.

Parisienne Farmgirl came to visit!

Parisienne Farmgirl came to visit the farm… and I forgot to do all the things I was supposed to! Except for eating oysters. We remembered to do that. Make sure…

I think I like it here.

I cannot foresee any day in the future better than this one. For as far back as I can remember, Stuart and I have been in a state of self-induced-chaos….

My tantrum.

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…

Complete betrayal.

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,…

Yes, you read that right.

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…

Dare I say…

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?…

It’s about to get real.

I was awkward as a teenager – though, let’s be honest, who isn’t? Heck, I was awkward in college. And early adulthood. Maybe I’m still quite awkward, but at least…

Seasons at the Farm: Year-Round Celebrations at the Elliott Homestead

One of my greatest frustrations as a blogger has been the inability to welcome you into my home. I enjoy sitting belly-to-belly with other individuals and hearing their stories over…

We just do it anyway.

I quickly scooped up the pile of clean laundry from the dining room table, pushed in the chairs, and grabbed a dirty diaper from one of the seats. A quick…

“That’s totally uncharacteristic of a homesteader.”, a neighbor stated. “To what?”, I replied. “To garden in red lipstick.”, he boldly proclaimed. “Says who?”, I laughed back. I’ve never been one for…

Cottage Bathroom: Before and after!

While the cats away the mice will play, and as it were, while I was busy remodeling our horrific bathroom into a magical cottage bathroom, the chickens were busy scratching up my…