Author: wildflowerfarm
Sea Foam Candy and A Busy Day
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It’s another of those nights here at Wildflower, when the night is dark and deeper than winter during a February blizzard when the temperature outside in the snow is sitting comfortable at about 2 degrees. The darkness falls as rain, which all day sat above us as a threatening grey sky. Here I am in…
Christmas Music At Wildflower
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Ambiance is maybe the thing that takes the greatest artistry around this old homestead at Christmas time. I put in a great deal of time making sure the fire is lit, that the smell in the kettle on top of Old Rusty, the wood stove smells of fir trees, sweet orange, and warm spice. Each…
Christmas Books To Set The Christmas Mood
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Books, and literacy, have been a core theme of my life. I was eleven when I was finally able to read unassisted. I am painfully dyslexic, which is evident all over this blog, I’m sure. My grammar can be dicey as can my spelling. If you ever have trouble with my spelling sound it out…
Wildflower Farm Spice Cookies
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Spice cookies are amazing. They are some of my all time favorite cookies to enjoy over the Christmas season. Projects, work, cooking, etc…. Homesteads, are only as good as the people they bring together. One of my favorite things about Wildflower, is how we tend to welcome just about any friends who want to visit…
Misty Milling Morning
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When I look out today, I see a very grey sky. The mist that hangs thick whiting out the town road in the distance completely, speaks of possible and even likely torrential rains in the coming days. I don’t need a weather forecaster to tell me parts of the city of Boston and surrounding areas…
The Sunday Breakfast Tradition
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Long before we lived here at Wildflower, my husband and I traveled the world. We lived in Canada, in Vienna, and passed through a number of other places. Most of them places I was unable to work as an American. So we lived on one income, an academic’s income from post docs. It wasn’t always…
One Hundred Seven Years of Independence.
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I am very much an American in many respects. A bit of an odd one born in a Buddhist hippy commune and all…. But I am a Yank, none the less. When I was young I traveled a lot. I ended up married to Dr. Farmer Moomin. When I met him, Dr. Farmer Moomin, was…
The Glowing Magic Of Christmas On An Old Fashioned Homestead
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Last night, I stayed up late in the glow of Old Rusty, the wood stove. It cast it’s quivering light on the floor created by the fire bouncing around inside it. I could smell my signature Christmas fragrance blend from the cast iron kettle sitting on top of Old Rusty. It gave off fragrances of…
This Year’s Christmas Tree
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Tonight the sky is dark and it is getting much colder. Which is thrilling rather than unfortunate. The last couple of years winter pretty much skipped over us here in Massachusetts in all the ways that matter. We had no peaches. One year the Wisteria refused to bloom. Which was devastating. Those beautiful blooms and…
Christmas Arrives At Wildflower
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The night air is calm but cold outside. It bites the trees and the grass like a dog, holding them in a death grip tonight. Out in the darkness a few clouds hang on clinging to their spot in the sky for all they are worth in the dark, as if they were hanging onto…