Author: wildflowerfarm
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Homestead Rosemary Caramel, A Thanksgiving Treat
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The cold has begun to scream and bite. Today, there was the gloom of snow. Dare I say it felt a bit like the sky was constipated. Heavy with a load of snow, grey from the misery of holding it in. The air was frigid, and slightly windy. Even my small dog wanted to rush…
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Nakke Nakuttaja's House
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Today, the sky is blue with puffy clouds. But it was only a couple days ago now, that I looked up to see the winter grey of unfallen snow, up above in the sky. I am a New Englander, we are like the Irish. Perhaps all coastal and or island people are like the Irish,…
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Cold Comfort Farm
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This month we read Cold Comfort Farm By Stella Gibbons, was this month’s book. We needed something a bit lighter in subject matter. I thought a spoof on the D.H. Lawrence, Bronte Sisters, Jane Austen, style genre might be fun. And to some extent it was lots of fun.
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Wildflower Farm Christmas Holiday Month Plan And Schedule
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November 26th 8 pm Nightmare Before Christmas
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"Children and Jimmy Carter ruin your best laid plans." -Tina Fay
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Today was a day of ruined plans… It began last night with my cast iron frying pan. Dr. Farmer Moomin, used it to produce a lovely dinner. He knows that is my go to pot. I use it for 90% of my breakfasts. We had a wonderful set of young guests who were an absolute…
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Soft Baked Vegan Triple Vanilla Cookies A kitchen creation of Wildflower Farm
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Our most recent set of guests have left us… And we will miss them. They were so interesting to talk to. I wish they had stuck around longer. I would have loved to learn a bit about art history. But that is the nature of a B&B, people pass through on their own time. And…
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Nakke Nakuttaja or Woody Wood Pecker
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The last week or so I have been listening to tapping coming from inside the walls or outside the house. I wasn’t sure what I was hearing. I thought it could be mice, my husband, Dr. Farmer Moomin, was convinced we had bats in the wall. Which totally freaked me the out. Because Covid, came…
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Who Likes Pie?
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Winter’s Holly King, can be felt now in the air… The days grow shorter with each passing day. The sky is already dark. A chill is entering the now beautiful, comfortable air outside. The trees too are preparing to sleep through the winter. Tess, is wearing her red dress now to match the dress of…
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The Birth House by Ami Mckay
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I made molasses cookies for the Book Club, on this most recent past Sunday. I thought it would be funny sitting only about an hour to an hour and 15 minutes from where a giant wave of molasses collapsed buildings and carried them away, while the metal canister blew out it’s nails and metal parts…
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Molasses Cookies To Celebrate One of the Oddest Historical Events Ever
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The book club met yesterday. We had an unbelievably fabulous time as usual. I made these cookies to celebrate an event in Boston’s history that also played a roll in the book that we just finished. You should have smelled them baking, it was incredible the smell was glorious.