• Reflecting One Year In

    It has officially been one year since we moved into this home. I distinctly remember this day. We had been slowly moving some things in to get them set up while we waited for the carpet to get put in. I had to leave for work that evening. When I got off, I pulled up the driveway and cried. We were home. It felt like home. It felt like a hug at the end of some really hard years… and is continuing to hold me as I lost my Grandpa suddenly on Sunday.

    Living on a farm has been a dream of ours for quite some time. I don’t really remember exactly when it started. In 2010, my dad had open heart surgery right after I became a mom. I remember learning all that I could about eating healthy, because I was told that heart disease was coming for me, too. (Who knew I already had it!) I remember trying to make healthier decisions for my family. I wanted to plant a garden and grow our own food. I got really into watching food documentaries.

    Somehow all of this evolved into discovering homesteading. I read as many blog posts as I could about homesteading. I checked out books and watched YouTube videos. It became a dream that Scott and I wanted so badly. We would drive around the country in the states we lived in and dream. We knew it was a far, far off dream. We couldn’t afford to buy even a tiny house. We’d never be able to afford land.

    But, God.

    It’s amazing how tiny decisions can lead to huge results. Let that be a lesson– good or bad. The tiny decision to strike up a conversation with a library patron lead to this massive shift in our life. We get to rent this beautiful home with this beautiful land. We get to plant gardens and raise chickens. The dream has been far better than we expected.

    In the past year, we have baked countless loaves of bread. We watched the leaves change colors and fall to the ground. We’ve gathered around the threshing table for Thanksgiving and Christmas meals. We’ve squealed with delight over waking up to snow on the ground. We watched the world come back to life in the spring. We put our blood, sweat, and tears into creating our garden. We worked hard to expand the chicken run and make sure that they had a safe coop to be in. We’ve lost animals that we love.

    It’s harvest time! We are so thankful that most of our plants have done well. We were gifted a huge box of tomatoes, so I canned those yesterday. Canning is such an awesome skill to have learned, but it also feel so stressful because I don’t want to mess it up!

    It feels so good to go to the garden to pick vegetables and herbs to cook with. I also FINALLY made some candles out of beeswax! Traditional candles are so harmful to burn, but I love the warm light that they offer. It’s something I’ve been wanting to do for years! Learning these new skills has been incredible. It feels good to use the gifts that God has given me. There are so many skills that are disappearing because they aren’t used anymore. I don’t want to lose them! I want to pass them on to my daughters.

    One year in, and I’d say that we are official homesteaders of the renting sort. (I just reached for my coffee, and there is a gnat floating in it. So, that’s a definite yes.)

  • The Simple Life

    When everything went crazy back in March, I decided that I was going to use the time as a gift. I determined that I was going to make the most of the slower pace of life and soak it all in. Having a terrible attitude about it all wasn’t going to change a thing. If only more people would realize that fact..

    2020 has been far from our worst year ever. That is not to say that this year has been all smooth sailing and easy for Scott and me. It hasn’t. We have faced hard questions and struggles. But, we have faced far worse in our years of marriage.

    In this quiet time, I’ve asked myself a lot of questions. I realized that I have said yes to SO MANY THINGS just because I felt like I had to say yes. Since the world crashed to a grinding hault, I started thinking “What would I do if I didn’t care what PEOPLE thought of it?” Would I volunteer to do so much when all it does is drain me? Would I go back to that?

    Let me clarify something. I care a great deal of what God thinks of me and my choices. We have been praying a lot seeking guidance from the Lord in all of these things. But, PEOPLE… People are judgemental and like to apply pressure if they don’t like what you are doing. This year has shown the true colors of many people, and if I’m honest, my heart is broken by it. But, that is a completely different topic.

    When we moved into the country, we were really excited to start living a more simple life. Our goal is to be more self sufficient– to not rely on a grocery store so much. I’ve always cooked most of our food from scratch, but it was still ingredients from a store. Our garden is producing, and it has been so delightful to step outside and grab some cucumbers from the vine. I made marinara sauce last week, and picked the tomatoes and herbs from our garden. We had garlic and onions from a farmer’s market.

    The simple life isn’t really simple. It’s a lot of work. It takes a lot of effort and a constant willingness to learn. I laugh when people think that we don’t have anything to do. We have plenty to do. Plenty that brings us immense amounts of joy!

    I learned how to water bath can a few years ago, and it’s CANNING SEASON. It’s a lot of work, but rewarding. In the middle of writing this blog post, our landlord (AKA “the farmer”) showed up to reinstall our dishwasher that needed some work. He was showing me the water valves are, and we discovered that some of the jars in the root cellar still had jam and grapes (?) inside. These are from 1988! He said that there used to be a good vineyard around here many years ago.

    Just imagining his wife working tirelessly in the kitchen to provide food for her family through the winter months is so special. I love this life. I love the care and thought that go into every decision. I love that we’ve been able to share some with others.. We’ve had others bring us MANY vegetables.

    You can’t waste time with a homestead, and I love that. I love being more intentional with how my time is spent. Shaye wrote a really great post that describes exactly how I’ve been feeling lately, so I’m just going to link you to it here. I’m so tired of the over-connectedness of our society. Do you really think we can listen to the Lord’s leading with all of the NOISE around us?

    I encourage you to step away today. Find some quiet. Put your phone away and love the people right in front of you!

  • Dusting Off

    Oof.

    Last week was a doozy.

    Somehow, one of our chickens ended up trapped under a plastic tub on one of the hottest days. When I found him, he was barely alive. I did everything I could to nurse him back to health, but he died anyway. I’m going to be honest. I cried. I cried while forcing him to drink an electrolyte mix. I cried when Scott found him dead. Ugh. It was so sad.

    Just a couple days later, a hawk got one of our hens. She was the sweetest hen.. always letting Harper carry her around. We let our chickens free-range during the day. They eat the bugs around the yard, and we get the pleasure of seeing them so happy. Scott spent the rest of the time covering the open portion of the run. I went on the hunt for an owl decoy to help scare the hawk away.

    Our garden has been growing really well, other than the greens. Birds or pests keep eating the swiss chard, so we are giving up on it this year. Tomato hornworms have been attacking the plants. One day I picked off ten of those nasty things. Over the weekend, I pulled off at least 15. If you know of an organic product or concoction that I can make to deter them, please let me know!

    It was just one of those weeks that felt so discouraging. It felt like everything was fighting against us. We have been working so hard to live a more sustainable life.. less reliant on grocery stores for our food.. and the hits kept coming. Plants got blown over in storms. Other things came out of nowhere and hit us hard.

    But, it’s a new week. We are picking ourselves up by the bootstraps and dusting ourselves off. The run is completely covered. We kept the chickens put away for a few days, got our creepy owl set up, and haven’t seen the hawk for three days. I haven’t seen anymore hornworms, though our tomatoes do look pretty sad. I’ve trimmed off the eaten parts and am praying that it grows some more.

    Our pickling cucumbers are growing! Our melon is growing! It even looks like we have a few pumpkins from our seeds that planted themselves!! I pulled some of our carrots that were growing too close to others, and they are growing really well. Scott and the girls planted more rows of carrots and some radishes last night.

    This homesteading gig is not for the faint of heart. I’ll probably cry every time we lose a chicken. That’s just who I am. But, we are going to do our best to protect them and keep them happy. Just a month or so longer and we should start getting some eggs!

    We have learned a lot in the short time that we’ve been doing this, and I know there is so much more to learn! This land is a gift. This view is a gift. I am so grateful.

  • Life at the Farm

    Hi, friends! How is everyone doing? I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that everyone is ready for 2020 to be over. Let me know in the comments how I can pray for you today.

    It’s been a while since I shared whats been going on around the farm. Scott finished building the chicken coop door/wall. We expanded the run, and the big chickens are happy outside. We let them free range during the day, and it’s so fun to see. They all stay together and eat the annoying bugs for us.

    We had a bad storm blow through that took out a tree branch. Thankfully, everything else was safe. We’ve had a couple of days reprieve from the heat waves that keep blasting through. We spend a lot of time outdoors playing and working.

    tank top // shorts // watch // band // necklace

    We have also added to the family. We got four barred rock females, and two easter eggers that will probably end up being roosters. haha! We have 18 chickens now! We really only have space in the run for two more– and I’m saving that space for silkies! I just think they are so funny.

    We all love having chickens around so much more than we ever thought we would. The big ones are about 10 weeks from laying. We have named at least half of the chickens– I get asked that a lot. We are trying to make sure we can tell them apart.. and have honestly been trying to get individual pictures so that we can keep them straight. It’s not easy.

    Bees arrived at the farm this week also. There must have been a swarm somewhere because the buzzing was SO loud. I was glad to hear them, and see some, because our pumpkins needed fertilized. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous being outside with it. But, I know they are good and won’t hurt me if I leave them alone.

    The garden is growing more and more each day. We have BIRDS that keep eating all of our greens as soon as they sprout. I’m not really sure how to prevent that, so I’m going to fill in the empty space with some more carrots. Our melon vines are getting really big and we are finally seeing some fruit growing. I’m disappointed that we lost so many of our jalapeno plants this year. We have one left that had to be rescued from tomato hornworms. I pulled TWELVE off of my plants in a 24 hour period. Jerks.

    I know that I say this all the time, but I am just so thankful for this place. The Lord opened the door for us just in time for the world to fall apart. We have plenty of space for the kids to play, and plenty of space to grow our own food. We are able to have family over outside, and most of them enjoy sitting outside with us. We are still being cautious and have good reasons to do so. The farm makes it easy to unplug and get away from the nastiness of social media.

    We feel like we can finally say that we live on a homestead. Having that dream realized is such a nice feeling.

  • Kid’s Baking

    I have been working on teaching my daughters skills in the kitchen. We have been baking bread together for years. I decided to let them take the reins this time. They each made their own loaf of bread using the recipe from The Prairie Homestead. I love this recipe because it is so simple and doesn’t require any fancy equipment– not even a mixer!

    I was so proud of them for doing it alone. I didn’t help them with a single thing. They even proofed the yeast by themselves. If 8 and 9 year old girls can bake a loaf of bread, so can you!! I believe in you!

  • Growth

    The garden has been planted. The chicken coop is clean and repaired. We just have to put some more wire around the outer edge to prevent predators from digging their way in.

    This time is nice. Most of the hardest work is done. Now, we continue to pull weeds, faithfully water, and watch as our seeds sprout and slowly grow. We discovered that seeds from a pumpkin we tossed had sprouted. That may be the most exciting thing for us! We tossed a white pumpkin with the others, so we are curious to see which color grows.

    This has all been a lot of work. But, work that we love. With the tiny baby chicks, you have to clean their bums or they get an intestinal blockage and can die. The stock tank needs cleaned often. Their water is constantly full of wood shavings. In the garden, you can’t just throw seeds in some soil and expect positive results. There is a lot of planning that goes into a garden.

    I got to pick the first tomato from my spaghetti and salsa garden yesterday! Thanks, Mom! I love seeing the fruits of our labor. Our garden is growing. Our chickens are growing and healthy. Our children are growing and healthy.. aside from one of them getting an ear infection from floating in the pool, but even that is on the mend.

    It can be scary when you see a dream start to come to life. What if the reality isn’t what you thought it would be? What if we end up being terrible at homesteading? We are still in the early phases, so those questions still feel unanswered for the most part. So far, the reality has been even better than the dream and we are so thankful.

    I hope that next year I have much more information to share– more than just my thoughts. Scott and I are still learning and growing through it all. We are reading books and blogs; watching youtube videos and listening to podcasts. I’m so thankful to live in a time when so much valuable information is available at the tip of my fingers.

  • Peep This

    I’m officially a chicken tender. A crazy chicken lady. Obsessed with these fluffy babies and their cheeps.

    Scott and I finally decided to take the plunge. There is only so much research that can be done. We landed on a few breeds that we really wanted, and got what was available. Right now, we have Lavender Orpington chicks, and Red and Blue Wyandotte chicks. We still want to add some Barred Rock chicks to our flock, but they sell so quickly.

    The girls are over-the-moon excited, and we are going to need more soap from all of the hand washing that is happening.

    They are so cute, and so fluffy. Hopefully down the road we will have lots of eggs.

    Here’s what we made sure to have to set up our brooder:
    2X2X4 stock tank
    Pine shavings
    chick feeder
    chick waterer
    chick feed
    heat lamp