My husband and I have very different Christmas traditions because we come from opposite sides of the great Atlantic Pond. As should be wicked clear by now, I am from…
Finland, where my husband is from, has an unbroken tradition that goes back centuries. Every Christmas Eve, peace is declared. Until then the festivities don’t really happen. First all gather…
In here, the glow of the wood stove causes a warm almost gooey, cozy feeling. The lights are low and though the night is young, the darkness outside is already…
The snow is falling, though not deep on the ground today. Outside, not only can smell the snow, but cold too has it’s own fragrance. It’s freezing cold out. But…
Homesteading housewives tend to wear many hats. I am not unusual in this way. We tend to be a rather creative group with traditional leanings on some levels, while by…
The old fashioned farm house here at Wildflower, lends its self quite well to the various holidays. Truly, it is a Christmas house, but it takes beautifully to thanks giving.…
A few days back we got had a “wicked stawm” or for those who don’t speak Boston, “a wicked storm.” Now for people unfamiliar with the term “wicked” it means…