Yesterday we cleaned out and prepared the garden. It was a big job. We worked hard. The vegetable beds neglected, hidden beneath a blanket of pine straw, chickweed and deadnettle. As we tilled the soil, I was pleasantly surprised to lay eyes on such lush and loamy earth hidden beneath winter’s debris. We live on … More Soul-Work, Dirt-Work
The poets and the philosophers, lyricists and artists have immersed themselves in love light’s glow for centuries. Humans have an intrinsic desire to dissect, to study, to understand and ultimately demystify the spellbinding ambience of love, this most powerful muse. We seek to interpret the meaning with music and with words, with the paintbrush, with … More A little thing on love.
I ventured out to feed and water the flock early this morning, the sun rising up, pouring radiance from the heavens down onto the earth’s frosty floor. Another flurry of powdery white blew through our region again last night. Dumped just enough snow to blanket the world around us, keep the kids home from yet … More A Mixed Bag, Baby
The artistry, the wizardry, and the peace inducing beauty of this moment – I am without a doubt under his spell. His approach was abrupt and I won’t mind a bit if he departs just as swiftly as he came. … More Seduced by an Old Man.
I’m simmering homemade chicken soup on the stovetop. Okay, I should clarify. I’m not actually making chicken soup. I’m making soup for my chickens. There’s a difference. It’s brutally cold outside and although my feathered friends are nestled in a coop with cozy, fresh, dry straw and well protected from the elements, I still feel … More Not Worthy of Consumption
Today wasn’t a great day. It wasn’t the worst I’ve ever had. Not by a long shot. I’m low and droopy. But, I’m not drowning in depression or facing any life-altering revelations. Things are just off. It’s fine. It happens. I’ve toted this icky feeling around with me all day long. Now, I’ve tucked this … More Built to Last.
You Take the Good with the Bad. It’s a phrase I’ve uttered at least 100 times this year alone. Welp. That’s the homestead life. Let’s break it down, shall we? THE GOOD. First, our chickens are laying tons of eggs this fall. They are tasty, beautiful, nutritious and absolutely a daily reminder of why this … More Good. Bad. All of it.