Homemade Wassail Recipe

A mug of wassail in a white cup.

Wassail is traditionally a warm cider drink with the flavors of apple cider, orange juice and mulling spices (like cinnamon and clove) served during the holidays. Mix this up for your next gathering and enjoy the delicious aroma as it fills your home.

Burning Week

Up close photo of fall leaves on a tree.

During a different life, a million years ago, or maybe just a couple of decades, when I lived in a different world, or maybe in an apartment in a city with no chickens and no dairy cows and no gaggle of sons, I got lost.

A Night in the Garden

Garden arches with plants growing up and over them.

I sat in the garden until after dark tonight. I rarely do. Kids need dinner and baths. The laundry needs to be moved over and the kitchen needs to be cleaned up. But tonight, I stayed out and left the rest to wait.

The Grief of Growing Up

Three boys giggling in a garden.

I cried in bed this morning. I was tired, sure. Somewhere in the wee hours, a gangly ten-year-old shook me violently…

Snack and a Nap

A dog sitting outside a greenhouse with plants all around.

Sometimes I cannot find the romance of life. It used to come easy, when the farm was new and the yearning to have it was still fresh enough that I could remember the way it had hurt.

How to Make Compost Tea

Strings tied to a metal rack with compost tea bags hanging into a large barrel of compost tea.

Learn to make your own compost tea and fertilize your garden for incredible growth and healthy soil filled with life.

30 Dollars in a Little Tin

A young boy sitting in a rocking chair cuddling a cat.

I received my first camera on my ninth birthday. It was an old 110 mm film camera loaded and ready with my first roll of film. I also received thirty dollars in single bills stuffed into a little tin.

The Story in a Seed

Tiny seed starting pots with seedlings growing.

Years ago, when my oldest son Jackson was around six years old, my husband asked him what he thought I might like for my birthday. Jackson thought long and hard, and as if a light bulb suddenly burned above his head, he exclaimed, “I know! Catalogs!”

For Love of the Story

A coffee mug left in the garden between plants.

I had written my first short story before I was halfway through elementary school. It was a riveting tale about a bi-species gal named Uni, half unicorn and half pegasus, being raised in the bustling city of Unilopolis.