If you’re from the Midwest, you won’t be surprised to hear that the temperature here has been going up and down like a bouncy ball. The week before Christmas we had six inches of snow and on Christmas day, we were outside in jeans and a t-shirt enjoying nearly 70* weather. Now the week after Christmas, the temps are dropping and the wind is howling, and it’s finally starting to feel like bitter cold winter is settling in. Which means less time to play and work outside, and more time spent in the kitchen. Continue reading “Hearty, Midwest Chili”
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”
A summertime barbecue is not complete without a classic summer potato salad. Because, let’s be honest with ourselves, what do we actually want beside our bratwurst and burgers? Carbs, in potato form.
This past Saturday was a productive (and hectic) day for our family.Earlier in the spring I decided it would be a good idea to run a half marathon in the fall, which meant I had to run. for multiple miles. yikes! After a taxing, but fulfilling, five miles, we got to work on our list of “to do’s” including canning more strawberry jam, making strawberry and mango fruit leather, dehydrating limes for zest, and trying to figure out what pesty creatures were taking over my squash plants. In the midst of all this, friends of ours reached out for a game night. Continue reading “Classic Summer Potato Salad”
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.
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”
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”