Author: wildflowerfarm
Preparing For Autumn
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Autumn is coming quickly, I can see it everywhere now. it is possible to breathe it right in outside. The local orchards spread the apple scent all over town as the air cools from the mucky sludge it has been all summer into an intoxicating gentler and brighter consistency. The sky is bright and clear.…
The House of Sand and Fog By Andre Dubus III
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The house of Sand and Fog, was our subject at yesterday’s book club gathering. One thing I find interesting about fog, is that it doesn’t just exist hanging over the ocean. You can find it right here at Wildflower Farm. Because fog sweeps in, and makes it hard to see clearly sometimes everywhere. Even here.…
Wildflower Farm's Whole Wheat Cinnamon Corn Bread
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I don’t keep a diary. I keep a homesteading grimoire, and this little blog is it. I keep it for myself more than for anyone else. To chronicle my adventures in homesteading. I homestead because I love this way of life. I don’t live like this for the sake of a Twitter following, or for…
The Healing Earth Of Wildflower Farm
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The air blows cool but not cold. It is the soft gentle autumn breeze. Today, you can feel it, fall is coming…. Not with a bang. With a slow gradual relief from the heat and humidity. It is a gentle time. It brings the fairy queen with it. She will wear her maple leaf red…
Anadama Bread, Celebrating Women’s Rights in New England
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The light outside the door of my house is brilliant and the sky too is brilliant in it’s blueness. We have had months of horrific heat and endless heavy rains, air so thick, heavy, and stagnant, that it has been unbreathable for over a month… But today, I hear the birds singing and the sky…
Yeast
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I fully realize this is rather old fashioned to make yeast and to use it for my baking. But I do it anyway. Because it is healthier than just using that quick rising dry business. Yes, dry yeast takes the nutrition down in bread while real yeast actually raises it. I am not above some…
Whole Wheat Einkorn, Wild Blueberry, Earl Grey, Vegan Muffins
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By some miracle of the Fairy Queen in the woods, we seem to still have power. In fact, Henry, is far weaker than we thought it would be. Still, the forest is dancing around us. Bending and blowing, partnering with rain falling from the grey sky above us.
Waiting For Henry
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The air is heavy. More of a sludge than air. It is unbreathable outside, in the calm before the coming hurricane. The air smells of grey and life about to be smoked by heavy winds tearing through laying waste to the beautiful trees of the forest. The air is electric with the coming force… And…
The Mirror Crack’d Movie Night… Yeh not so much.
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Last night was the book club’s movie night. It was a very small gathering. It’s difficult to do nice things with lack of reliability. My hope is this is not going to become the standard. And to add to the issues we had, we could not in the end access the Mirror Crack’d. So instead,…
How You Like Them Apples?!
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The sky is grey, has been all day. The air is stagnant. The smoke from the wild fires on the other side of the country is terribly suffocating when added to the choking humidity. It is a rare day this summer when it isn’t 90 plus degrees. The wildflowers, are out there like little…