Homeschool on the Homestead, y’all.
I’m not quite sure how it happened. And yet, here I am. Staring at small stacks of beautiful and fresh curriculum books. It makes me want to sharpen pencils. And,…
Read MoreIt’s not always glamorous or clean, but at least life on the farm is entertaining, beautiful, and oh-so-delicious. Follow along with recipes, dreams and confessions, and garden growing here.
I’m not quite sure how it happened. And yet, here I am. Staring at small stacks of beautiful and fresh curriculum books. It makes me want to sharpen pencils. And,…
Read MoreYa’ll. Thank you for allowing me time to rest… to remember… to reflect after Sal’s passing. I’m most certainly not ‘over it’. Nor am I ‘healed’. But I am very…
Read MoreYou’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,…
Read MoreIt’s funny, being a blogger. I get to share pieces of my life with an almost anonymous audience, set somewhere out in the world wide web. And yet here you…
Read MoreMy friend Angela has always been a classy woman. The girl was reading about Princess Diana’s fashion when she was 12. I mean – come on. I was still wearing…
Read MoreI 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…
Read MoreThree 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…
Read MoreRemember when flies didn’t bother us and we didn’t need homemade fly spray? Wait. That wasn’t us. That was Adam and Eve. Yes, I think of those times… when Adam…
Read MoreSummer has a bit of magic that swirls around the fringes of complete insanity. Just when I think I’ll surely hole up and die of exhaustion, there are teeny moments…
Read MoreIt’s a rare moment on the farm. The hobbit is tucked into bed after an intense showering session in which the mud (ah, who am I kidding, it was mostly…
Read MoreSometimes, I wear Stuart’s boxer briefs to bed. Yes, it’s true. And on this stagnant and sweaty summer night, they seemed the perfect pajama. So I tucked in, briefs and…
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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