For just a minute, I’m going to step outside of what we normally talk about to post about this blog itself. See, we had that first post, but we didn’t establish much. Although you may have been able to guess what our aim is by posting online, we have yet to define one big thing. The premise. Ok, yes, it’s about homesteading. It’s about producing our own food. It’s about walking out when it’s 2º Fahrenheit and sloshing water down your…
The quotes in the title might need a bit of explaining. I have to put “recipe” in quotation marks because while I’ve included a recipe, it’s really more a method to make one of our favorite breakfasts. If I were to write my own cookbook, it probably wouldn’t include many recipes. It would be a compilation of methods for dishes that are easy to make, hard to screw up and with only a few ingredients. Most of those ingredients would be would be…
Our French Angora rabbits haven’t been receiving any attention on the blog lately in favor of other matters. Now we have some shenanigans to report: Hester had a pearl. No joke, the Scarlet Letter is playing out in our rabbitry. To recap, we decided to have a literary theme in naming our rabbits. It started with Hester, a self black doe whose owner had named everyone in her litter after characters from the Scarlet Letter. It seemed appropriate to carry on the theme…
A month or so ago, I came across an article about a family living in a small condo by the beach. Allegedly, they received a nasty note saying that they were ‘selfish’ for having their two- and four-year-old in such a small space when they ‘deserve a yard to play in.’ I’ve wanted to put my thoughts into words awhile ago, but it’s taken me a bit to figure out what I actually think about that. Firstly, whomever is behind this…
Just when you’ve decided you’re officially in over your head… Just when you’re beating yourself up because you’re behind in homeschooling, behind in homesteading, behind in the laundry, behind in pretty much everything… Just when you’re wondering whether or not the three little ruffians that you call ‘children’ will ever find a place in this world outside of the monkey house at the zoo… Just when the decibel level at your house has reached…