Pikku, and Yoda, do Christmas in comfort. One lays on the floor not far from the wood stove, the other takes over a comfy fluffy chair. I thought I would share some photos of Wildflower, as it has managed to do most of it’s transformation...
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Christmas tree at Wildflower Farm 2021 Yesterday, we began gathering everything to enjoy a really beautiful holiday. This little B&B lends itself beautifully to an old fashioned and rustic primitive christmas. So we try to play on that with...
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Rosemary Caramel needs to be salted still and sliced. The cold has begun to scream and bite. Today, there was the gloom of snow. Dare I say it felt a bit like the sky was constipated. Heavy with a load of snow, grey from the misery of holding it...
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Chocolate Cinnamon Buns, still need to add glaze on top. Today was a day of ruined plans… It began last night with my cast iron frying pan. Dr. Farmer Moomin, used it to produce a lovely dinner. He knows that is my go to pot. I use it for...
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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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Apple Pie Winter’s Holly King, can be felt now in the air… The days grow shorter with each passing day. The sky is already dark. A chill is entering the now beautiful, comfortable air outside. The trees too are preparing to sleep...
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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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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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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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