I have something to confess. I do a lot of confessing on this here little blog. So what’s one more? Ok. Here goes. My coffee snobbery has gone up a level. I know. Like 4 months ago I didn’t drink…
Tag: homestead reflections
For those of you that know me, or for those that read my (old) About Me page, you know I hate coffee. Hate it. The smell, yuck! The taste, yuck! The shakes that I get after drinking it and the sick…
We’re having another one of those moments where we look around us and want desperately to move ahead. To move forward, to take that last step. To get to the real farm. To never have to move again if we…
It’s Thanksgiving. In Canada that is. Our growing season is much shorter. We need to eat a month earlier or we’d freeze to death without all those extra calories. True story. And in true Thanksgiving fashion we’re all getting together…
Phoebe has gotten a bad rap on this blog. Over the last 98 blog posts I have described Phoebe as paranoid or as having a wail so terrible it makes you want to cut off your ears. I’ve called her…
Friday afternoon carried on like usual. I checked on the goats, threw a few more pine branches in the paddock for them to nibble on and went looking around for Loretta, my one rogue hen who will not stay inside…