When the boys were younger we visited my father at his remote home in Minnesota. We hiked down the dirt road and picked wild berries before he hoisted little Abram onto his shoulders. I stopped mid-step remembering thirty years ago now, riding on my Dad’s shoulders, a belly full of wild blackberries we’d picked on our…
Somehow this week has been filled beyond the usual with various homestead projects. I suspect it started with Kitty who welcomed Millie to the homestead very late Monday night. This was our first kidding on the homestead and I was completely taken off guard with just how exciting and day-filling that process would be. After…
It’s always funny to me to watch these projects. Whether it’s been a fence or the gravity-fed water system, or even the house we currently reside in, somehow it always sneaks up on me. Stewart often bounces ideas off of me but apparently unless I am directly involved in the project, I guess I just assume it…
A few months ago I remember walking through the yard and finding Stewart standing, staring at the old cabin and camper. I stood next to him and stared for awhile, hoping I’d figure out what exactly we were looking at. I didn’t, and eventually asked and got an answer that didn’t surprise me much. You…
