Okay followers, like I said in my previous post, I’m going to work harder at being more consistent with my posts. Of course, they probably won’t have much direction...a reflection of my scattered brain. Seems fitting, right? Last week was a quiet one but we were making some adjustments on our modest farmstead. My parents,… Continue reading Bucolic
These county fair things are no joke, you guys. No joke at all. This year was another 4H year and though it didn't go as planned, it was still enough of a success to provide proud moments for my little 4H'ers. We entered two chickens this year for the fair which was done at break-neck,… Continue reading County Fair Detox
Such a serious title for a blog post, right? I really hesitated on blogging in light of all of the recent unfortunate events taking place on our farmstead. No one wants to speak the hard truths that come with raising livestock. They want to post the happy pictures of broody hens, thriving livestock and abundant… Continue reading No Sugar Coating here
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
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
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
I've made a decision to really embrace this farm life while I’m unempl-wait...no...a stay-at-home mom. We’re not going to use that ugly “u” word because honestly...what mom is ever not working. Being a mother is a job that is more time-consuming, exhausting both physically and emotionally and demanding than almost any full time job out… Continue reading The Start of Self-Sustaining…Kind of.