Last Sunday I began the day as I usually do. I quietly made my way out of bed, trying not to wake the baby beside me, and headed to the stove in the camper to crank out breakfast in the cast-iron skillet. The hungry masses were still asleep as I struck the match and turned…
If there is one thing I’ve learned about homesteading, it’s that there is always so much more to learn. I am reminded of how true this is when I read of how the old-timers did it without modern conveniences, without fossil fuels, and more often than not, in more difficult circumstances than our own. I’m…
For a few weeks every year we hit this sweet spot. The days, and most nights, warm up enough that we don’t have to think about firewood. Things are being planted and sprouting up in the garden. Jackets and sweaters are only needed in the morning or evening and new, exciting projects see more attention…
We had a couple of extra roosters in the flock that needed to go. Rooster butchering is always an exciting and somber event around here and this time Stewart had the boys play a more hands-on role. I am happy that they know where that chicken soup came from, that they see the whole process….
