If you love crab grass, be sure to swing by my garden! We have the biggest crab grass ever! Seriously people, there’s no better crab grass anywhere! Ours is the best! So, I worked the garden like I was on a mission straight from God all through early spring and summer. Went on the most … More Crab Grass & Coffee
I’m big on daydreaming. Always have been! I love to view my little world as a collective whole and then brainstorm on ways to improve it, change it or simply add to it’s goodness in new and exciting ways. During our years in the city, I dreamed up quite a few scenarios for my future … More Pink Pickled Eggs, Please!
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.
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…
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.
There’s a morning ruckus that serenades the silence of the rising sun here at the homestead. At the first sliver of light, Tom turkey sings louder than the rooster. His gobble is glorious, and he keeps it consistent all day long. Personally, I love it. It’s like the hobby farm fight song that echoes through … More Winter Awakenings, Spring Sprouts
Simply put, my peace of mind has been hijacked by 3 chickens and 3 turkeys. So far 2017 at The Wildwood Homestead has consisted of me slogging through ankle-deep mud and grudgingly pushing my way through dense briar bushes all day and night in fruitless attempts to waylay a meager flock of pea-brained poultry, only to return them to the security and coziness of their coop. … More Big Foot Ate My Flock.