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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My Old Country...
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Jarred dehydrated fruit and herbs for my...
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The mist is thick, as we are not an intervale farm, sitting up high on ridge in the foot hills not far from Wachusett Mountain. We sit surrounded today in a thick dark sea of new England fog, rising off the icy snow that fell and iced over...
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Cinnamon Rolls Christmas Brunch. 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 head for the kitchen and there would be a beautiful...
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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 by the tv to watch this all important...
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Handmade by yours truly. 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 the nature of what we do, are way ahead of our time...
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