Country Living, Farm Life, Writing

Spring has Sprung

Holy ick, I haven't written in forever. FOREVER. I've had plenty to write about. There's no lack of excitement in my life unless you're not a mom and not running a small farmstead and understand what it means to close down a bar, go to an after party, cliff dive, sky dive...anything with the word… Continue reading Spring has Sprung

Country Living, Farm Life, Gardening, Self-Sustaining

Fencing the Farm

I’m not so sure the person who wrote that song about life on the farm being kind of laid back was in his right mind...at all. There is nothing laid back about this lifestyle. My husband and I spent a good chunk of our weekend fencing. In the rain. In a thunderstorm. At one point,… Continue reading Fencing the Farm

Farm Life, Gardening

Lessons from the Garden

The thing I love about life’s most important lessons is they often times blindside you when you least expect them. And sometimes you miss them entirely. One of these moments slipped up behind me and smacked me upside the head yesterday as I spent a majority of my morning in the garden, yanking up weeds,… Continue reading Lessons from the Garden

Country Living, CSA, Farm Life

Chickies and Rhubarb

This weekend was a busy...busy weekend. It started Thursday afternoon as I frantically raced around the garden and house getting things in order so that I could leave for a weekend at my parents without feeling any anxiety. I thought this process would move along quickly and we would be on the road after lunch.… Continue reading Chickies and Rhubarb

Farm Life, Gardening, Self-Sustaining

Being a Farm Girl is Hard Work

Nearly every morning, after my first cup of coffee is poured, I take it out to the garden and sit on the swinging bench that overlooks the weedy stretch of space we’ve attempted to make our garden this year. And every morning I feel an immense pride for what we are accomplishing. I sit in… Continue reading Being a Farm Girl is Hard Work

Farm Life, Parenting

My Children are Chickens

Every day I face as a parent, I find myself more and more grateful that I had the life I did growing up. For the first about seven years my family lived in the city, three blocks from a large park that myself and my siblings would often bike to. When we weren’t doing that… Continue reading My Children are Chickens