Essential Oils Aren’t God.
I use a lot of essential oils. Like. A lot of them. And I love them. Let’s just all remember that as we continue on in this post, shall we?…
Read MoreDreaming 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.
I use a lot of essential oils. Like. A lot of them. And I love them. Let’s just all remember that as we continue on in this post, shall we?…
Read MoreWhen Daddy’s away, Mama takes a 20 minutes car ride into town for overpriced lattes all too often. And when Daddy’s away, the eggs don’t get collected for days on…
Read MoreI can’t do it all. Surprising, I know. But still I get emails and messages from readers each day asking me ‘How do you do it all?’ Short answer: I…
Read MoreDid I remember to put pants on? Seriously. Please tell me I’m wearing pants right now. Yes, my friends, this thought actually went through my head as I was driving…
Read MoreI can only assume that the Lord wanted me to retell this story in a different way because the ‘Publish’ button I struck earlier today resulted in a completely lost…
Read MoreI’m only a few weeks away from having my third baby since starting this blog (way back when I didn’t have any fine lines surrounding my eyes). Wow. I can’t…
Read MoreSomething about having a baby makes me want to entirely redo my house. Like immediately. Urgently. Like somehow I’m supposed to have it perfectly designed and constructed and cleaned before…
Read MoreWe’ve been getting lots of emails from readers lately asking about our financial situation and how we fund our homestead. They usually take me by surprise. WHAT? Why would people…
Read MoreLet’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…
Read MoreI’m totally terrified of being a mother again. There, I said it. Change is always hard – especially for a tend-to-be-tightly-wound-and-like-things-to-go-according-to-plan kind of person like myself. Am I worried about…
Read MoreSpare me the sympathy. The stares get a bit old. The looks of sympathy. The “Oh, poor thing!” glances. Please. Spare me the sympathy. Sure, sometimes I’m dragging fussy children…
Read MoreI love my Toby turd. One may think that because I have nicknamed him Toby ‘turd’ I don’t love him, but truth be told, I really do. He’s the most…
Read MoreAnd as experience is the best teacher, I’m here to share with you how to bake better bread at home. Save yourself years of bad loaves. My many baking flops are your gain. Here’s how to bake better bread at home.
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