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…
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…
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’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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
The snow is falling, though not deep on the ground today. Outside, not only can smell the snow, but cold too has it’s own fragrance. It’s freezing cold out. But…
Homesteading housewives tend to wear many hats. I am not unusual in this way. We tend to be a rather creative group with traditional leanings on some levels, while by…
