The nights are long and dark, sometimes the snow is deep. Often I find myself here with a quiet moment by the wood stove, that is when all the homestead…
“Just roll up your sleeves, homesteading makes everything free and takes almost nothing!” That is the message you get if you read the books on homesteading. They tell you about…
It is probably no surprise that here at Wildflower, I am almost always making something. I could give you a long list but just assume, if I use it regularly…
It’s another of those nights here at Wildflower, when the night is dark and deeper than winter during a February blizzard when the temperature outside in the snow is sitting…
Ambiance is maybe the thing that takes the greatest artistry around this old homestead at Christmas time. I put in a great deal of time making sure the fire is…
Books, and literacy, have been a core theme of my life. I was eleven when I was finally able to read unassisted. I am painfully dyslexic, which is evident all…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
The days are already growing shorter at Wildflower. The fragrance of the wildflowers that give this farm their name, hangs in the air. It has been cooler the last couple…
