Author: wildflowerfarm
We Were Promised Snow
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People often assume… That living out where there be dragons on the map, means life is highly uneventful. They ask what do I do with myself all day? Or, do I ever get bored being so far from the bright centers of the universe? The answer is… Boredom is rare. I understand most people need…
The Important Things
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The air has had a nasty bitter bite and the wind has lashed all day long, making the sharp, hibernal air feel like a blade scratching the skin. It was actually physically painful to feel the air on your skin today. A truly New England day was on display at it’s best, minus the proper…
Home
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This is the road to Wildflower Farm. It is my road home. For how long is anyone’s guess. It has been 11 years thus far. Home, is a strange thing… Never quite what you want it to be or dream of it being. I can imagine 50 acres and a wood burning cook stove… But…
New Growth
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The wind whipped the trees all day. Reminding me of the colossal power of nature. It forced the trees to bend, and bough. The wind sounded a bit like a train rumbling it was so loud outside. The wind was so enraged that it ripped the pretty decorative Christmas wreathe off the door of the…
My Little Archaic Typewriter And Other Subjects
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Last night the rain poured down angrily. The down pour left puddles all around the barnyard, the goats are hiding in their house in horror and disgust. Goats, originate in a dry arid place as a species. They are very closely related to sheep. Besides pissing off my dairy goats, the rain created a whole…
Hope And Light On A Dark Winter’s Night
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“May You Never Be Too Grown Up To Search The Skies On Christmas Eve.”-Unknown Over the Christmas holiday, Dr. Farmer Moomin, and I go driving, an exciting event for me as I rarely leave this homestead. Well… He drives since I don’t know how. I sit in the passenger seat being harsh and judgemental of…
This Year’s Gingerbread Cookies
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This seems to be my time to write. My time for me. It is becoming a standard part of my existence. Truth is, I am not a morning person. I know everyone says it is best to write in the morning… But I am dyslexic. Perhaps in relation to when is the best time to…
Wildflower Farm Is On Goodreads
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The nights are long and dark, sometimes the snow is deep. Often I find myself here with a quiet moment by the wood stove, that is when all the homestead work is done or I am just too tired to get up and do more and the fundamentals have been seen to. This is the…
How Hard Is Homesteading?
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“Just roll up your sleeves, homesteading makes everything free and takes almost nothing!” That is the message you get if you read the books on homesteading. They tell you about the beautiful moments and there are some amazing highs. But they rarely get detailed about the ugly moments. Convincing people to homestead seems to be…
The New Craft Circle
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It is probably no surprise that here at Wildflower, I am almost always making something. I could give you a long list but just assume, if I use it regularly for self care, household cleaning, at least a percentage of my own clothing, the food I eat, the soil I use for planting, etc, I…