Haus of Nakke Today, the sky is blue with puffy clouds. But it was only a couple days ago now, that I looked up to see the winter grey of unfallen snow, up above in the sky. I am a New Englander, we are like the Irish. Perhaps all coastal and or...
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Wildflower Triple Vanilla cookies Our most recent set of guests have left us… And we will miss them. They were so interesting to talk to. I wish they had stuck around longer. I would have loved to learn a bit about art history. But that is...
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The work of Nakke The last week or so I have been listening to tapping coming from inside the walls or outside the house. I wasn’t sure what I was hearing. I thought it could be mice, my husband, Dr. Farmer Moomin, was convinced we had bats...
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Molasses Cookies The book club met yesterday. We had an unbelievably fabulous time as usual. I made these cookies to celebrate an event in Boston’s history that also played a roll in the book that we just finished. You should have smelled...
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Bottling fresh body moisturizing cream. Autumn is coming quickly, I can see it everywhere now. it is possible to breathe it right in outside. The local orchards spread the apple scent all over town as the air cools from the mucky sludge it has...
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Headed For The Oven. I don’t keep a diary. I keep a homesteading grimoire, and this little blog is it. I keep it for myself more than for anyone else. To chronicle my adventures in homesteading. I homestead because I love this way of life...
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Goldenrod The air blows cool but not cold. It is the soft gentle autumn breeze. Today, you can feel it, fall is coming…. Not with a bang. With a slow gradual relief from the heat and humidity. It is a gentle time. It brings the fairy queen...
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Anadama Bread, is a traditional New England Bread. The light outside the door of my house is brilliant and the sky too is brilliant in it’s blueness. We have had months of horrific heat and endless heavy rains, air so thick, heavy, and...
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Muffins By some miracle of the Fairy Queen in the woods, we seem to still have power. In fact, Henry, is far weaker than we thought it would be. Still, the forest is dancing around us. Bending and blowing, partnering with rain falling from the...
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Waiting for Henry The air is heavy. More of a sludge than air. It is unbreathable outside, in the calm before the coming hurricane. The air smells of grey and life about to be smoked by heavy winds tearing through laying waste to the beautiful...
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Apothecary I have spent some time now studying herbalism through Cornell University. It has been amazing and interesting for those that love to use nature to heal. Living out here it is rather imperative to keep an apothecary of healing herbs...
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