Author: wildflowerfarm
A New Focal Point For Christmas
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Yeh, I know I should clean up the floor by the fireplace. But we are real here on this blog about our imperfections. I don’t do this for pinterest pins. I do it to document the way we live here and life at Wildflower Farm. I wear many hats here, house cleaner, personal shopper, animal…
The Reason My Great Dane Is Pouting
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Not long ago, I came across a website 100 Ridiculous Reasons Why Kids Cry. It was hilarious to see the reasons some young toddlers were crying and throwing tantrums. Stuff like not being able to marry their dads, discovering their mom had a name other than mom, Meeting one of our past presidents, and more.…
A Winter Stay At Wildflower Farm
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Every year, this terrible thing seems to happen. I can’t put my finger on why. It makes no sense to me at all, and I don’t quite know what to do about it. So, I thought I would discuss what it is like to stay with us through the winter time. Every year, our usually…
Wildflower In The Winter Mist
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Outside the damp is biting in the cool air. It smells of forest and mist today, dead leaves, and cold. The New England Fog, has pulled itself over the farm hanging like a large white translucent veil that obscures the view of the farm, of the neighbors. The view into the woods only goes so…
Caught Red Handed! The Saga Of Nakke Nakuttaja Continues
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Recently, there was a major case of a 17 year old kid, who went to Kenosha, and got a gun and killed 2 people in what was claimed to be an act of self defense and injured another. The defense claimed he was there to prevent vandalism he believed BLM protesters were going to commit.…
Hot Chocolate A Christmas Time Treat
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The trees have grown skeletal, and the grass too has thinned out and browned some. The sky was clear today, a New England bright blue color that whispered of the cold, bright but frigid. I spent much of the day outside in the yard playing with my dogs. Finally we came back into the house…
Homestead Rosemary Caramel, A Thanksgiving Treat
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The cold has begun to scream and bite. Today, there was the gloom of snow. Dare I say it felt a bit like the sky was constipated. Heavy with a load of snow, grey from the misery of holding it in. The air was frigid, and slightly windy. Even my small dog wanted to rush…