Author: wildflowerfarm
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A Sweater For Winter
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The hearth of the home is a special place. Especially here. The whole house revolves around the hearth. That is simply the lay out. I enjoy sitting near the fire with a nice knitting project, or on occasion working the spinning wheel even if poorly. As they say, ubung macht den meister. Work makes the…
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A Trip To Maine
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The darkness of the night rides on the back of the New England mist, as it rolls in as a thick veil of fog. I can smell the cold rain that will soon fall from the darkened sky. But I am cozy inside. New England, gets inside of you. If you live here long enough,…
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Homemade Vanilla Extract
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It is a lovely day here at Wildflower, the weather is nice not too cold, we have wispy clouds, and sunshine, and it feels like early spring. Inside, I am wasting time and doing just the usual up keep. I have a roast in the crock pot, with some olive oil and rosemary. Later, I…
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A Farewell To Christmas
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It’s perhaps my least favorite day of the year. Outside I smell rain slicked ice and the damp NE cold. Inside I smell a that nice wood stove cozy smell. It is that sad day of the year, when Christmas, gets boxed up and sent on sabbatical till next december. It is positively depressing to…
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A Little Photo From This Morning
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It’s been one of those days….. My dogs climbing me all day like some sort of woman shaped jungle gym. They step in every tender place and cause pain as they climb and torment me. We refer to annoying dog behavior as “bratting.” My mum wanted to yell at me on behalf of my kid…
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Cinnamon Rolls Christmas Brunch
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Today, I am the matriarch of the house…. But as a child, it was my mum who filled the roll I fill now. Every Christmas morning after presents, we would head for the kitchen and there would be a beautiful, decoratively displayed, feast!
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Christmas In Little Berlin
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We settled in a small farming town about a year after moving back to the US. First we lived in an apartment in Arlington, but this was the life we wanted. So when Dr. Farmer Moomin, got a job, we moved…. We left the big city, and moved to the town that marks not just…
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Finnish Ham from Savo
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My husband and I have very different Christmas traditions because we come from opposite sides of the great Atlantic Pond. As should be wicked clear by now, I am from New England…. My husband, is from loosely five hours into the center of Finland from Helsinki. The Savo region, comes with it’s own strange accent…
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Declaring Christmas Peace
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Finland, where my husband is from, has an unbroken tradition that goes back centuries. Every Christmas Eve, peace is declared. Until then the festivities don’t really happen. First all gather by the tv to watch this all important announcement while they drink finnish Glogi, a kind of flavored wine garnished with almonds and raisins. They…
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Let The Festival Of Lights Begin!
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In here, the glow of the wood stove causes a warm almost gooey, cozy feeling. The lights are low and though the night is young, the darkness outside is already deep. Outside, the smell of cold is suffocating to any true New Englander, it is so strong. Inside, my Winter fragrance burns in a kettle…