Author: wildflowerfarm
Bran Muffins From Self Ground Whole Wheat Flour
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Sunday, is Dr. Farmer Moomin’s favorite day. Here at the homestead, we do something very special most sundays. We make a big hot breakfast. Most of the time I eat some whole wheat bread, fruit, and granola or nuts. Dr. Farmer Moomin, has coffee. But on sunday, we have a large brunch of fresh from…
Lilac Vanilla Body Lotion
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The grey seems to permeate everywhere lately… From the barn yard and the sky to the stock market and consumer confidence. Yesterday it snowed. Which was weird given how devoid of snow the last few years have been. I can’t help thinking about all the stuff being passed right now by our government to pollute…
Baby Chicks Update
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These I know are not the best photos, but baby chicks move around a lot. They also are very fearful of humans till they learn not to be. So photographing them is hard. Especially when you add into the equation, that they are in a box and it is on the floor and getting down…
Lilac Vanilla Shampoo and Conditioner
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Inside these unmarked bottles, is homemade shampoo and conditioner, that I created from materials that function as a base and from mainly kitchen staples and some essential oils. Why I do it can’t be answered with a single reason. Which I think is a hallmark of any good personal decision in life. Multiple reasons, being…
I’m comin’ out! I want the world to know!
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William Wallace, busted free of it’s egg at about 6 pm this evening, eastern time. He arrived a day or so earlier than expected. While he has achieved freedom from his egg, it will be a bit before he secures actual freedom. For the time being he remains tightly imprisoned within his incubator. He has…
Update From The Nightclub
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The Night Club, is warm and bright. The blue sky is a shining cerulean jewel, it’s luscious brightness spills over everything. It fills every fiber of my being. I feel as if I must be glowing with the same light as it is, or like any moment the slight wind will lift me into the…
The Word For Woman Is Wildnerness by Abi Andrews
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Sitting here, in my sun drenched living room on the comfort of a sofa beside Pikku, I realize I am a million miles and 300 leagues from where I was supposed to go in life. The path was all laid out. Possibly before my parents were even born. But I have never been much good…
The Accumulated Farm Wealth
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The sky is a beautiful shade of blue today. Held up on the skeletal arms of our woods. The ground is still barren, as if winter were still hanging on. Clinging to the earth for dear life. New England spring is a phenomenon to experience. The wind carries something sparkly this time of year. An…
The Story of Fingerless Mittens, a Tale Of A Homestead Craft
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I suppose I should start this post with five important things you should know. 1. It is extremely hard to both use your hands to model mittens while simultaneously photographing them. 2. These mittens are hand made from the yarn up. I am afraid spinning is a practice I am still working at. I am…