No, that title is NOT making use of hyperbole! It literally was the snowiest two days ever recorded in November. If I were to update our header photo, this is what it would look like: Fortunately, I’d thought to transplant the blueberry bushes only 3 days prior when the thermometer was sitting at 65 and there were no signs of snow in the forecast. Some might think it lucky that I had just so HAPPENED to forgo other plans to get these…
On our way home from church today, Steve looked at me and said that he was considering processing ALL of our ducks. I was pretty surprised, since our original plan had been to eat 20 and keep 10 for egg laying. We were making a stop at the feed store on our way home, and I think the dollar signs were getting to him, specifically the $35 signs that it’s been costing us to feed these ducks. I was really not so…
As a new hand spinner, I really feel like I don’t have much to say about spinning. I can’t offer suggestions about different types of wool, wheels, or techniques. What I DO have to say about spinning is that (despite my original misgivings) I absolutely love it. I haven’t had much opportunity to spin our Angora (all of our bagged wool that we’d accrued over a year of raising rabbits went missing in the move), but what I HAVE been…
I originally thought starting a homesteading blog in autumn was going to be tough. After all, the year is winding down, and having just moved with no gardens established it’s not like we could post about harvests or anything of the like. I’ve come to realize I was wrong. Well, only partly wrong. Autumn IS a tough time to get a homesteading blog going, but not from lack of blog topic material. It’s been quite the opposite, actually. I’ve been so…
About two years ago, Steve and I had made an apple pie after the boys were in bed, and thought that, as a fun treat, we would let Gabe have pie for breakfast the next morning in lieu of our typical raisin bran or shredded wheat. In the morning, Gabe woke up while I was showering. When I came out, I said good morning, and asked how he was. He though a moment, and replied “Well, I cried a little…