Author: wildflowerfarm
Wildflower Farm Spice Cookies
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Spice cookies are amazing. They are some of my all time favorite cookies to enjoy over the Christmas season. Projects, work, cooking, etc…. Homesteads, are only as good as the people they bring together. One of my favorite things about Wildflower, is how we tend to welcome just about any friends who want to visit…
Misty Milling Morning
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When I look out today, I see a very grey sky. The mist that hangs thick whiting out the town road in the distance completely, speaks of possible and even likely torrential rains in the coming days. I don’t need a weather forecaster to tell me parts of the city of Boston and surrounding areas…
The Sunday Breakfast Tradition
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Long before we lived here at Wildflower, my husband and I traveled the world. We lived in Canada, in Vienna, and passed through a number of other places. Most of them places I was unable to work as an American. So we lived on one income, an academic’s income from post docs. It wasn’t always…
One Hundred Seven Years of Independence.
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I am very much an American in many respects. A bit of an odd one born in a Buddhist hippy commune and all…. But I am a Yank, none the less. When I was young I traveled a lot. I ended up married to Dr. Farmer Moomin. When I met him, Dr. Farmer Moomin, was…
The Glowing Magic Of Christmas On An Old Fashioned Homestead
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Last night, I stayed up late in the glow of Old Rusty, the wood stove. It cast it’s quivering light on the floor created by the fire bouncing around inside it. I could smell my signature Christmas fragrance blend from the cast iron kettle sitting on top of Old Rusty. It gave off fragrances of…
This Year’s Christmas Tree
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Tonight the sky is dark and it is getting much colder. Which is thrilling rather than unfortunate. The last couple of years winter pretty much skipped over us here in Massachusetts in all the ways that matter. We had no peaches. One year the Wisteria refused to bloom. Which was devastating. Those beautiful blooms and…
Christmas Arrives At Wildflower
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The night air is calm but cold outside. It bites the trees and the grass like a dog, holding them in a death grip tonight. Out in the darkness a few clouds hang on clinging to their spot in the sky for all they are worth in the dark, as if they were hanging onto…
Hello Beautiful
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Tragically, I got Hello Beautiful on my tablet so no photos of the book. This one was a huge hit with The Book Club. Ann Napolitano, was absolutely amazing. This book deserves awards of every kind. It is the story of a family and how it fractures and then knits itself back together. It is…
Preparing For Winter
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Already we are lighting Old Rusty, most evenings just before dark, when the sun sinks and the night time chill wraps the it’s self around the old farmhouse like a cozy blanket. If you breathe outside in the evening you may see your breathe in the air. Since last night’s heavy rain, walking about the…
A grand Farewell To Wildflowers
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Looking out the windows of The Night Club, I see the outside world all around me. The parched earth and it’s browning grass that earlier this year were so over saturated with rain… For what felt like the last two years the rain fell and never seemed to stopped… Eventually the cloudy skies and the…