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”

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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)”

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”

Chaos

How easy is it to get completely trapped in the chaotic whirlwind of life? We fill our schedule with an impossible list of to do’s: working, taking care of our homes, planning meals, attempting to keep tiny humans alive. All the while, we’re dreaming of what we’d like our future to be, knowing that we are barely staying afloat to survive the present moment, let alone focus on our future.

Sound a little bit too familiar? Continue reading “Chaos”

Growing a Garden: From One Novice to Another

Sometimes you just can’t sleep, no matter how much you’d like to.

So today I think I’ll sit here, make myself an espresso and enjoy our silent house this afternoon as my baby, puppy, and husband all nap away.

 

This is our first planting season living in a house of our own with land of our own to till and to sow. We had simple plans for our first year. It was so so so tempting to jump right in and convert half of our backyard into a garden, but the husband (who tends to think more practically than I do) convinced me to settle on a 2’ by 10’ plot for our first year. Continue reading “Growing a Garden: From One Novice to Another”