He calls me Ma and asks if it’s okay if he and his brother live on the land adjacent to us when they grow up. “How about this?” he says with wide eyes and upturned hands. “How about I grow apple trees and we have pigs and we bring you apples and lard from the…
I remember once being asked what homesteaders might do during the winter. I hesitate to even call these couple of months of cold fronts by that moniker lest my northern friends think I’m confused. But we are experiencing our version of winter here on the homestead and, like all the seasons, it has its…
I am watching – baby on my hip and jaw on the floor- as a house takes form. It wasn’t so long ago, you see, that such a thing was unfathomable to me. They say you shouldn’t live in your house while it’s being built. They say you need so many square feet per person….
Since I took these photos, rafters went up and I stood on a ladder holding a big old doohickey while Stewart screwed it in and I wondered how he does this day after day without face planting. Stewart has been working on the addition for much of his days and, with the help of family…
