Our Milk Cow

Our Milk Cow

I think I need to revisit my last post, which was written somewhat sarcastically (but with several nuggets of truth sprinkled throughout). First of all, no animal, especially a first-timer, wants to be milked. This has been true for my goats and now for cows. Expect some kicking and fussing. That is normal. Thankfully I did have years of hand milking experience under my belt and I do suggest starting…

Get a Milk Cow They Said

Get a Milk Cow They Said

Get a milk cow they said. It will be fun they said! Y’all, I’ve been in the homesteading community for years. I’ve dreamed of the day when I can milk my very own dairy cow and partake in the goodness that one doesn’t get from goats – cream. Oh glorious cream how I want to whip you and eat you with a spoon. I desire to make ice cream, butter,…

Encouragement

Encouragement

Under a pink and purple sunrise,  watching the sun come up and turn the dark clouds into the most glorious looking cotton candy, it was hard to remember the world was being ransacked by a virus.  Looking up at that giant sky as I filled water buckets for the animals,  I felt extremely small. A small person in the midst of a giant universe, with giant problems.  I think we’ve…

My I Don’t List

My I Don’t List

Can we be honest for a minute? Because we live in a world that almost demands we show the best portions of our life, only the best, and you hide the dirty, messy, dark, stinky portions away. In this age of Instagram perfect kitchens, and FB posts about how wonderful our significant others are, I want to share something with you too. It’s called my I Don’t list. Not to be…

Homemade Cranberry Sauce

Homemade Cranberry Sauce

I am not good at a lot of things. For example, being on time for….well, anything. And blogging as it turns out, as this is my first real post since…well, March. Ahem. So, let that sink as I, April, present to you a cranberry sauce recipe before Christmas (read: not after). It’s like a Christmas miracle. Ok, now that we’ve covered that lets get on with the cranberry sauce. This…

Where am I?

Where am I?

Where am I, and how on earth did I get here? Wasn’t I just 15 yesterday? When did my life change from just trying to pass math class to trying to keep about a billion little critters alive? This was my contemplation this morning, under a purple pink sky, holding a hose, filling a chicken waterer for what felt like the umpteenth time. Fat little meat birds scrambling around my…