Farm Life, Life, Writing

Too Much to Do

The seasons are changing here...quickly. We had a moment where we could breathe in that crisp fall air with the sun still warming everything while the colors of summer slipped into the gorgeous, bold hues of fall. And then it snowed. With the snow came the wind which effectively took care of any leaves clinging… Continue reading Too Much to Do

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

Country Living, Show Addictions

Unplanned Blogging Hiatus

Hello fair readers!! Sorry I’ve been MIA. I have neglected this blog due to an unforeseen addiction that has, for the time being, been stalled out. This addiction I’m referring to is...The Walking Dead. For years I have been a bit on the squeamish side when it comes to this show. I like my zombies… Continue reading Unplanned Blogging Hiatus

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

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