Two of our four kids are taking their last float over to the neighbourhood island as I write this. Summer temperatures are expected to drop in two days. Finally. Temps have exceeded normal all summer. A rain shower once a month does not quell fire risk. Fires in our neighbourhood, and obviously, all throughout this beautiful province … Continue reading
A dozen years ago, we were looking to live more back to basic, a simpler life, and I decided to put ‘build a homestead’ on my bucket list. Looks manageable. At the opening of this spring, I studied the oodles of plans I sketched, the lists I wrote, and checked the Pins on Pinterest I gathered, and I’ve been … Continue reading
Much to do on a fresh plot of land. I’d love to offer Pinterest worthy photos of my gardens for this blog, but there is much to be accomplished in my gardens, like growth, oh, and more planting, and beds of cedar mulch to lay, and laying sod and even more hardscaping. What I can offer … Continue reading
I should use every lick of space for edible options. Cause this is a homestead right? But I am, undoubtedly, a closet botanist. And my closet is my greenhouse, and every available space I can turn into a garden bed. I like plants. Though I have yet to memorize their Latin names, I love watching them … Continue reading
Alone, except the birdsong, the birdcall the birds the birds the birds in a flutter flutter flutter declaring summer, summer, summer Watering with the warm six a.m. air suggests afternoon scorching sun. The blue birds, fighter pilots flyby, then again and again and again figure eights past the verandah search for a home, fly to amuse me fly then … Continue reading
A decade of effort and creativity condensed into one simple sentence: we built a home. We planned our house design years ago. And when I say ‘we’, I mean mostly my daughter and I, because my husband was less interested in the details of how big a room should be, or whether the kids should share a … Continue reading
Yup, we did it! We bought just under three acres of raw land twenty minutes outside a lovely mountain town. Raw land=nothing has been done to this land. Only stories of the First Nation travelling from Creston each autumn to the island a 100 feet away to fish salmon and berry hunt at least a … Continue reading
