“Your hands have changed.” This was the observation made by my 13-year-old daughter tonight as she sat across from me at the kitchen bar while I cooked dinner. “They still look like yours,” she explained. “They’ve just changed over the years.” I couldn’t help but smile. We’ve come to find amusement in this sort of … More My Mother’s Hands
Some days I’m dumb. Like last fall, for example. I lined up my 3 coolers in the back yard, filled them full of bleach water and then scrubbed them out while wearing my most favorite, comfortable, blissfully casual, long sleeved, V-neck black dress. Obviously that little frock immediately landed in the rag bin out in … More Some Days I’m Dumb.
So let’s talk about the UNinteresting for a moment. I consider the vast majority of my life happenings to be rather uninteresting. It’s a lot of paying bills, cleaning up messes, doing laundry, cooking, playing chauffeur to the children and trying to figure out my teenager’s agendas. You know, the norm. It’s basically uninteresting. It’s … More I’ll take the Uninteresting, please.
Thought y’all might get a kick out of watching our little quail have their very first experience with dirt! Cracks me right up! They are such curious little critters. I’m pretty much in love! xoxo https://www.facebook.com/thewildwoodhomestead/
While scanning one of the hobby farm groups I belong to on social media this morning, I happened upon a pretty harsh attack on one of my fellow homesteaders. I won’t go into great detail, as that part isn’t particularly important. Suffice to say, it caused me to pause and think about how and why … More The Highs and Lows…
I have lots of seeds. Friends gifted some to me, while others were saved over the seasons from my own produce and flowers. I’ve ordered plenty of seeds from catalogs and then there’s this super sweet little organic farm down the road where I’ve collected quite a few packets over the past couple of years. … More Living an Heirloom Life.
Hiya Spring! Welcome back! Despite the steel handled hoes and stubborn roots clinging tightly to Mother Earth’s womb making for stiff fingers, raw palms and aching joints, we adore the honest-to-goodness hard day’s work this season demands. Hundreds of teensy seeds I tucked tenderly beneath a blanket of rich soil in my kitchen on a … More We Watched our Salad Grow.