Snowy days and bird feeders

This weekend, good ‘ol Missoura was hit with a foot of snow.

A foot.

Twelve inches.

Meaning ten more inches than any of us are used to seeing cover our porches, yards, and driveways. This snowfall was not the delicate, magical snowfall you picture when dreaming about White Christmases. This snowfall came in fast, dumping the first six inches in a matter of a couple hours. The drive home from work took over an hour and Phill spent most of the afternoon pushing strangers’ cars up the street as they stalled at the base of the hill in front of our house. Continue reading “Snowy days and bird feeders”

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New Year, New Goals

Last night, we sat around our kitchen table to enjoy crispy, stovetop fried chicken and roasted Brussels sprouts. While we sat together, enjoying each other’s company and laughing as Simon ate more ketchup than chicken, Phill and I decided to make a list of our goals for this year on the home(stead).

So here I am, about to share that list with you. Because hopefully y’all will hold me accountable come March when I start to slack off. And because if I share our goals with the blogosphere, they’re more likely to be fulfilled than just sitting, written nicely in a closed up notebook.  Continue reading “New Year, New Goals”

Christmas at our home(stead)

Today has been one of those rainy, stay in your pajamas all day, kind of days. Both of the littles were up well before dawn, so we snuggled on the couch in our cozy clothes, listening to the rain beat against the windows.

I love the rain. The light tinkering sounds on the roof and the smell of fresh earth leave me longing for more rainy, stay at home days. There’s something remarkably cozy about lighting a candle and watching water pour down in front of the kitchen window. I guess I should make a mental note (for whenever the rain stops) that we should clear the leaves out of the gutters. Continue reading “Christmas at our home(stead)”

Dehydrated Citrus Zest

Sometime last year, Phill and I picked up a dehydrator as an impulse buy. It was less than ten dollars and found in the “random stuff aisle” of our favorite grocery store. We knew that dehydrating was a great (and easy) way to preserve food so we figured why not?

Life got busy (like always), and that dehydrator just sat on our storage shelf in the basement. and sat. and sat. and sat. Continue reading “Dehydrated Citrus Zest”

Finding family around the table

This morning I ran to the grocery store to grab a gallon of milk in fear that we wouldn’t have enough to make it to nap time. While I was walking quickly through the aisles to get to the dairy, I was struck by the sheer volume of prepackaged and canned food. And I thought to myself, What would our ancestors say if they walked into one of our grocery stores today?

I’m not naive enough to think that prepackaged foods have only been around in my lifetime. I know supermarkets have slowly filled their shelves with boxes of muffins and cans of spaghetti-os. But when did we get to the point where the majority of food in the grocery store comes boxed up with the phrase “just add water” tattooed across the front? Continue reading “Finding family around the table”

How to be a Homesteader at Heart

I like to pretend the family and I live on a farm, especially when I get to writing. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. Despite the clothesline and vegetable garden, we are rocking a quarter acre plot in the middle of suburbia.

There are a handful of times when I can close my eyes, breathe in fresh cut grass and convince myself we live somewhere else. But then I open my eyes to see my neighbor’s porch covered in weeds and hear the screech of tires when the drivers decide to actually stop at the stop sign adjacent to our house.

Continue reading “How to be a Homesteader at Heart”