I sat down last weekend and made my Christmas lists. Christmas shopping. Christmas goals. Taking some inspiration from a blogger I follow--Karen at The Art of Doing Stuff--I decided
"Ok," I said, "tell me why this wouldn't work." John, God bless the man, was standing in my chicken coop with an ice breaker, chipping away at the mass of chicken shit and ice that was preventing
This is me. This is me on an almost 90 degree day, after shearing nine of my llamas over the course of about two hours. This is me sweaty and exhausted. Covered in tiny bits of wool.
I just found hay in my hair, a memento from the time I spent in the horse field this afternoon lying on my back in what remained of a round bale. It's sixty degrees. Just a few days ago, there was
My ex didn't want the farm. Actually, he did, until he didn't anymore, but that's a little beside the point. That day last summer, the day that he yelled over the phone that the farm would kill me,
Kahn was someone's house cat once. I'm almost sure of it. Feral cats don't come to humans to ask for help, which is just what he was doing when he and I first met. It was the coldest, darkest
Recipes are coming down the line on Almost Farmgirl. I thought I would let you know why... I never thought I'd be the sort of person who cooks. I mean, don't get me wrong, back in college, I
Jeremiah pulled the covers back and kissed me goodbye at about 7:30. I was still in bed, unmotivated to get up and start my Sunday. "I put fly masks on the horses and scrubbed the trough. The
We pulled down the lane to sprawling pastures, rustic buildings. There was a pen full of horses to our right. The horses were screaming and running around like lunatics as two young handlers
So, out here in the Midwest Springtime means a lot of things: Warmer weather. Longer days. Allergies (or is that one more just me?). And... mushroom season. Morel Mushrooms are wild, and
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