I promised you, like 100 years ago or something, when we moved to our farm that I’d show you the easiest nesting boxes ever that we set up for our chickens. As with all things in this lifestyle, knowledge is achieved through many mistakes – and Lord knows, we’ve made ’em. Even with regard to
Oh, hello world. You’re still there. Happy to see it! What I know of the world has been consumed by a variety of heaviness these past few weeks: the stress of relocating the animals, the children, the moving of 1,391 pounds of canned goods we had stored away for winter. The heaviness of the most
In reality, this age on the farm should have ended long ago. But like most young families (especially those who farm), we’ve spent the last decade building dreams and raising babies – hardly an environment that breeds organization. Yes, my friends, I’m talking about “stuff” or “piles of you-know-what” (as I often refer to them).
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 a cup of hot coffee. I enjoy talking about projects, paint colors, celebrations, and new recipes – and most importantly, sharing that in a community.
If you feel as if I’ve been quietly absent from the blogosphere, you’d be correct. I simply cannot fight the urge to play outdoors when the weather is this crisp and frankly, spectacular. It’s been in the high sixties here this past week and the air is crisp – the long shadows undeniably speak of