Where I was 10 years ago.
I used to sneak blog posts into nap times. Ha! Nap times? What are those? It feels like it’s been ages since I was able to sit down and process my thoughts for more than a nanosecond. And being able to type those thoughts? It’s pure bliss (at least for a writer-poser, like me). A
Big gardening decision… did I make the right choice?
Bringing Beatrix Potter to the garden.
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How to tell when a ewe will lamb.
How to tell when a ewe will lamb. I’ll never be the type of person that has life in complete order because a) I don’t think it’s possible and b) even if it was possible, I still wouldn’t be the type to have it there. A glutton for punishment, I’m eager to bring on the next
How To Build A Pig Shelter
How To Build A Pig Shelter. I would readily admit that the Elliotts, in general, tend to be a little bit behind on the ball. Like that one time we actually took our children to church without shoes. I feel like that’s metaphorical for our life in quite a few ways. So it came as
The Elliott Homestead on The Great American Farm Tour
We had the pleasure of welcome Justin Rhodes & Family to our farm this past week as they passed through on their Great American Farm Tour! See what they saw here…
Let’s stop pretending.
Just me again. Lacing up my boots, pulling my jeans over the tops, adjusting my flannel and smearing on some lipgloss before lifting up my foot to step up on that soap box I lug around with me from time to time. *Steps up on box.* Ahhhh, the view from up here is lovely. I am
Meet my friend.
If you could see my house right now, you’d undoubtedly feel better about your own. That is assuming, of course, that you can see your floor through a layer of dirt, manure, and straw that keeps finding it’s way in on clothing and little boys’ boots. It’s also assuming that you, at some point in
Sneak Peak, baby.
Oh hello spring, you cheeky devil! Much like an ex-fling, you show up just enough to make me remember how much fun we used to have, before casting me back to the darkness of winter without you. But your temper tantrum antics, my dear spring, won’t get the best of me this year… because