postcards

Though I often wake early, it is rarely to the idyllic barn chores one might associate with the homestead life. When I wake is determined entirely by babes, as is much of my life these days. Mothering newborns is a surrendering of any and all preconceived notions of how my time ought to be spent….

Fall is doing what it has often done in the nearly six years since we have inhabited this land – coming and going. While the last two years have seen that subtle day-to-day change in seasons, this year seems a bit like earlier years. It has been a little drier, a little warmer, and the…

I was reminded these past two weeks of how little margin there are in our days. Everyone but Stewart came down with a cold or flu or something that had us slightly feverish and sniffling and coughing. It all started two Sundays ago and still, it lingers. But cows still need to be milked and…

We have gotten a good amount of rain this spring. The gardens look good, the trees look good, and the ponds are full. There have also been quite a few mud days in which the youngest among us are generally relegated to inside activities. You know, because of the mud. I say generally because things…