My garden is in my house, guys. I should have known better...getting all plant-happy and banking on continually warm weather. News flash, Minnesota is not a continually warm weather kind of state. Due to plunging temperatures going under freezing, all plants were carried inside while fighting off an overzealous goat to keep him out of… Continue reading Hot Smoke and Sassafras
Gardening is something I haven't done in for-ev-er. Goats make it impossible. A little public service announcement....goats will get out and they will destroy everything and the garden goes first. So with the goats always besting every attempt I make at keeping them in (though this year we've been pretty successful...famous last words) I decided… Continue reading Garden Therapy
So the city gal in me is learning the hard way that flip-flops are not for farming. What I wouldn’t give for a pair of sturdy, worn cowgirl boots right about now. My poor feet are beat up from stepping on rocks, nails (thank God I’m up to date on my tetanus shot), and various… Continue reading Flip Flops are Not for Farming
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
A friend of mine told me the other day that she loves reading my blogs. She said some of them are very sad but I’m always optimistic. My response was that it was all in the words. Because honestly, an hour before she posted that to my wall, I was hunched over at the kitchen… Continue reading The Art of Optimism
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.