Today, the sound of thunder rumbled around us but no rain fell. The sky is dark and foreboding, as if it is gathering the steam necessary to find an outdoor…
It has been a wreckage of a day. I mainly stayed in baking muffins that included goat milk, for Dr. Farmer Moomin to take to work with him tomorrow. He…
Today, the weather was garbage. The sky was dark grey and we are expecting a major storm. You can feel it’s heaviness all around you in New England, when a…
It is a grey, dark day. The air is heavy and still, thick and soupy, suffocating… It feels like a thunderstorm is building… It is not particularly warm today, unlike…
The sun has been shouting it’s glory around here again, finally. The pale blue of the sky has been so amazing to look at. The rain and dreariness seems to…
Today the sky was a mix of small puffy clouds and sunshiny and thick heavy grey skies. At times I worried, the sky might open and I might get drenched.…
Sunday, is Dr. Farmer Moomin’s favorite day. Here at the homestead, we do something very special most sundays. We make a big hot breakfast. Most of the time I eat…
The grey seems to permeate everywhere lately… From the barn yard and the sky to the stock market and consumer confidence. Yesterday it snowed. Which was weird given how devoid…
These I know are not the best photos, but baby chicks move around a lot. They also are very fearful of humans till they learn not to be. So photographing…
Inside these unmarked bottles, is homemade shampoo and conditioner, that I created from materials that function as a base and from mainly kitchen staples and some essential oils. Why I…
William Wallace, busted free of it’s egg at about 6 pm this evening, eastern time. He arrived a day or so earlier than expected. While he has achieved freedom from…
The Night Club, is warm and bright. The blue sky is a shining cerulean jewel, it’s luscious brightness spills over everything. It fills every fiber of my being. I feel…
The sky is a beautiful shade of blue today. Held up on the skeletal arms of our woods. The ground is still barren, as if winter were still hanging on.…
