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
The homestead life evokes simplicity nature presence in the moment fresh air green It is work. It is the work of the hands and mind. The hands do their thing, setting pea fences and placing trees in the orchard, clearing rocks and weeds for grass seed and white clover. The mind listens eagerly for ideas to companion plant and sifts … Continue reading
It happened! My eight year old finally crossed out the 100 block on his countdown page and we got to planning a party. In the midst of the craziest two months of my year so far (may the last 10 months be tamer, please), we spent the day doing fun stuff. I’d like to give … Continue reading
Was it after one date or three that my husband bought me a bouquet of tulips? The morning my roommate saw them on my humble Ikea kitchen table, she said to me: “Good Morning, Mrs.’MyHusband’sLastName”. You see, I had declared to the significant people in my life that when a man I was dating brought me tulips, I … Continue reading
