February 26, 2020 – The Memory of Sounds

I was watching a very interesting documentary today called, “Grandfather”. It is about a self-sufficient Latvian man who is 76 years old. He has a very old-fashioned approach to farming, using an old work horse to complete most of the tasks alongside him. There were some sounds in the documentary that touched my soul. One…

February 25, 2020 – A Message and All People

It has been 20 days since I updated. I’ve made the homemade toothpaste, laundry detergent, dishwasher detergent, and household cleaners. Honestly, most of us are really happy with the outcome of all of them. I also tried some nearly zero waste shopping at a grocery store about 1 hour and 15 minutes away. There is…

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Nearly every morning I get up between 5:30 and 6:00 a.m. and go to sit down in what we call the “front room”. Really it is a parlor or sitting room, in the traditional sense, but it’s in the front of the house, so “front room” it is. I spend time reading the Bible and…

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Nearly every time I write or type “2019”, I get a little panicky. It reminds me of how short time is. It reminds me that it has been almost 20 years since my oldest child was born. Was it really 20 years ago that I sat in the lamaze class, wondering when Lilly would be…

Worn To Thin

I feel like we are constantly playing “catch up” with things to do on the farm. The rain this year didn’t help. Not realizing that we were going to sell produce at a market until February this year made us realize that we didn’t have the garden space prepped for such an endeavor. And spending…

Working With the Rain

I’ve worked our garden through droughts and dry spells. I’ve shaken my fist at giant rodents called deer who ate my entire garden down to nubs. (I still growl when I spot a deer. I don’t think they are cute, not in the least.) This is the first year that I’ve had a hard time…

A New Heritage

There are things that are a blight on my past; dark smudges that keep my memories from having a pristine quality. Some of these smudges were made by my own reactions, but reactions are caused by actions of others. A decade ago, I would have taken on full responsibility for both the actions and reactions,…