Finding Beauty

Where do you find beauty? Is there something in particular that speaks to you? You know, something that catches your eye and causes you to stop. to pause. to take in a deep breath and be fully present in that moment, So much so, that you forget what you were supposed to be doing or which child you were supposed to be wrangling.

Beauty is essential to life.

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Or, at least, I think so.

How can we go through life without seeking something beautiful? What would we have to live for? If you seek beauty, you’ll find happiness and peace. Without it? Well, frankly, the world is ugly. Continue reading “Finding Beauty”

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Starting a Garden From Scratch

When we pulled in the long driveway leading up to our new home, we were awestruck at the beautiful pasture surrounding the house. Four and a half acres of grass, only interrupted by a few rows of cedar trees following the driveway and some overgrown brush along the fence line.

A grassy pasture is every homesteader’s dream. It’s land that can be used for gardening, raising animals, or romping around with the littles. And our dream was a garden. Actually, those are all our dreams; a garden is just where we’re starting.  Continue reading “Starting a Garden From Scratch”

Missing aprons and tomato plants

We’ve been in our new home for a little over two weeks, and it feels like we’ve barely made a dent in getting the farm up and running, let alone unpacking the house. When we were prepping to move, I was in awe of how much stuff we had in our little house. Three years ago, when we had first moved in, I’m pretty sure I unpacked all of our belongings in a single afternoon. Ahh, newlywed life. But a few years of married life and two babies adds a lot of stuff.  Now that we’re in the midst of unpacking, it seems like boxes are coming out of the woodwork. Empty one box? Three more appear, minimum. But alas, we press on. Continue reading “Missing aprons and tomato plants”

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)”

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”