Currently, there’s dog hair all over my couch. All.over.it. There’s chicken waterers, rabbit water bottles, and random bowls in my bathtub, filled with ice in various stages of melting. I pulled straw out of my kitchen sink. I haven’t washed…
Year: 2019
This post is looooong over do. How long, you ask? This looooooong. (All those o’s are to represent how long it’s been. Should you totally miss my point there. Ok, moving on.) I’ve been talking about homemade flour tortillas since…
Farmher was going about her morning chore ritual and minding her own business. If we’re being honest she was grumbling to herself about how Farmer always ditches her with morning chores, but if she doesn’t help him in the morning…
Have you ever just woken up one day and thought to yourself: self, I need some chocolate pudding, pronto ? I haven’t. But good for you if you have! I’m not big on pudding. Maybe it’s because I find it…
The days of February are the longest. I don’t care that February is supposed to be the shortest month, by all respects it’s the longest month of the entire year. Everything is devoid of colour, we are pummelled with copious…
[wp_ad_camp_2] “Tales of 3 Birch Farm” are something I’ve been scribbling down for almost a year now. Just funny or serious situations that have arouse on the farm that I’ve given a bit of a flourish. Usually they’re told from…