Books have a special place in our home. Our bookshelves are always full. Double and triple stacked sometimes, with everything from cookbooks to business manuals to novels of all kinds. But storybooks are my favorite. There's magic in between the covers of a good storybook. Danger. Adventure. Love. Everything that a young boy or girl... Continue Reading →
I know. I know. I can hear the sighs. What do you mean you don't home school your kids? Isn't that a big reason why homesteaders...homestead? Maybe. Before I go off the deep end with this post, I want to point out very emphatically that we have LOTS of wonderful friends and family members who... Continue Reading →
I walked into the house, ignoring the chicken poop spread across the white siding next to the back door. Yep, you read that right. Chicken poop. Not sure how it got there, but the location suggested a little person. I didn't bother asking, knowing I wouldn't get a straight answer. All hands get washed and... Continue Reading →
It's taken some time for me to realize there is a connection between how much stuff we have in our home and our mental health. This is how it usually works. Over time, we accumulate stuff. Most of us are guilty of this, especially when we've been rooted for a while. If we aren't careful,... Continue Reading →
There are seasons and cycles on the farm. A rhythm and a flow to this life. But the one thing that permeates everything is busyness. We are always busy. Because there is always something to do. And if I'm honest, most of the time it feels like if we take a few moments to rest... Continue Reading →
Raising boys is one of my greatest privileges. Our boys are rambunctious, ornery, silly and often stubborn little human beings, and I am in awe of each one of them. I love their energy, their passion and how unique each personality is from the other. We have our moments of conflict (see above comment about... Continue Reading →