Winter life in the country, for me, has always been about rest. Well, as much rest as a single, homeschooling mama, who heats her house...

I have spent the majority of my life filling empty spaces. Probably much like yourself, I wasn't aware at the time I was even doing it. I...

Nine months out of the year, farm life can be intensely busy. Especially a rather new farm. The fencing alone creates hours of pounding...

When my son was five years old, my husband (at the time) and I took him to see his very first movie in the theater. It was 'Clifford, The...

I woke up this morning to find my cows were out. They were lounging in my hay field, eating the only area of green grass left on our...

Every year, about this time, I sit down with my three children and help them come up with a list of new activities they would like to...

This time last year, I had 42 quarts of freshly canned pickles in my root cellar. It wasn't that I had an over-abundance of cucumbers in...

See that tent in the middle? The old, broken down (read: well used) tent? The one in between the two very 'professional' tents? That one...

We have a family change jar. Anytime we find some change, we put it in our jar. Every once in a while, the kids will dump it out and...

We read a lot of Little House on the Prairie books over here. In fact, it happens to be my 11 year old's favorite book. There is endless...

Monday is water day in our household. All things pertaining to water happen over here on our farm today. What makes this especially...

While the majority of our society is getting ready to start another school year, we decided to kick off our 'un'school year with some...

There is a creek that runs through our property. It is where my kids are now, playing in the mud, building forts and splashing in the...

This is raspberry season on the farm. The time of year when even the children get excited for garden 'work.' Most of the time, summer...

Last week, I wrote a post on missing chicken eggs. This week, I am writing on the found eggs. Except they are not really eggs anymore,...

This time of year, we are usually drowning in chicken eggs. The ladies are overly happy with the lush grasses, the marsh that is filled...

This girl here was born to live on a farm. It is in her heart and in her soul. She is something special and our farm animals know it,...

I have three cows in heat....all at the same time. Our farm is...well...a bit louder than usual. They all stand at the edge of our...

This time of year, it is slim pickings in the root cellar. Long gone are the winter squashes of acorn, spaghetti and butternut. Any...

After a two day trip to Minneapolis, we came home to find some of our chickens had a party while we were gone. Let me rephrase that. Our...