This post could have easily be called, “On remembering why we started”. Though I microblog a lot these days, there are times I’m not sure how to even address the battles happening on the farm and within myself… And so I wait to find the right words at the right…
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I want to start off this post by thanking each and every one of you for your thoughts, prayers, and well wishes (whether spoken or left unspoken) as we’ve processed our losses. Your care, compassion, and intentions for us are all so deeply appreciated. I realize that the last couple…
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With our Freezer Wealth bursting at the seams with the nine ducks, seven turkeys, and five chickens that have recently been culled, I am humbled by the quiet that whispers through the property these days. There will be more to say about the process, the plans, and the recipes (especially…
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I’ve been reflecting on titles and labels a bit recently. Maybe it’s the transition I’m making as I settle into my new job and introduce myself over and over and over again to people who seem genuinely curious about who I am. . . Or the fact that Kim and I…
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It’s been a month since we brought our first batch of turkeys home for the season and I just realized that I have yet to introduce them to you! (I’ll blame this oversight on Spring Fever, which seems to have completely muddied my brain with visions of kids and ducklings…
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I spent a lot of time outside with all the animals on the property on Saturday. I walked, I sat, I took pictures, I prayed, I thanked them all for the various roles they play in our lives. I sat with Tom the Turkey for a very long time as…
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What it all boils down to is that I didn’t expect to like them so much. But hold on, let me back up a bit. For years I’ve fantasized about raising our own turkey to eat for Thanksgiving Dinner. I don’t know where this idea came from, or why I…
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Sometimes I wonder if we’re doing the right thing living all the way out in the middle of no where, trying our hands at this whole homesteading thing. Then, things like this spontaneously happen while I’m busy doing chores and I think, “Yep, this is exactly where we’re supposed to…