It’s been just over a week since Farmer John passed away. I find myself thinking of things I need to ask him, or trying to remember to tell him something the next time I see him walking out to his shop… only to realize that won’t happen.
It’s been a little surreal. I’m in denial in a lot of ways – it simply doesn’t seem possible he passed away. We had too much to share with him. He had so much to help us with.
And yet day by day, I recount how long it has been since I last talked to him. Since the last time I saw him. Since his funeral.
He’s really gone. Continue reading “A Big House on a Little Prairie Update: 1 Year, 1 Difficult Loss”
When we moved here almost a year ago, there was a certain sense of excitement and freedom.
We had lived in #littleapartmentontheprairie for two-and-a-half years, which was two years longer than we had planned. Moving out of there, of course, brought it’s own degree of freedom, but there was a restlessness I wasn’t aware I had.
I had a restlessness that could really only be tamed by living here. Continue reading “When You’re A Part of Something More”
“Mama, you HAVE to blog about this!”
That was Little Miss’ reaction when I came in from letting the chickens out that morning carrying seven eggs in the fold of my shirt.
It was my first morning back after an extended work stay in Dallas, and I got up to let the chickens out and resume my responsibilities at Big House on a Little Prairie. Continue reading “The Chickens Came Before The Eggs”
It wasn’t the Tuesday I was expecting. I put a hot dog in a ninja and mixed it up with some applesauce for a homemade remedy.
You see, I was doing some computer work from my outdoor office (read: patio table) when I heard an incredible commotion from the chickens. It sounded like they were under attack so I ran back to make sure they were all accounted for. Continue reading “Why I Put A Hot Dog In A Ninja”
I’m sitting in a camp chair in the garage watching the sun set outside while Hubs cleans the last bit up from our intense day of productivity.
I know this isn’t for everybody, and I know some people read these mind mumbles of mine and think I’ve done gone off the deep end. Sometimes even I wonder if I’m not a bit off my rocker.
But even if I am, I am completely satisfied with today, and incredibly grateful for it. Continue reading “Exactly Where We’re Supposed To Be”
I may make this observation every April, but it seemed like the cold was going to hang around forever, and the snow storms would just keep coming. This winter seemed so. long. Thankfully, the cold relented and gave way to spring.
We haven’t been in #bighouseonalittleprairie for quite a year, so I’m enjoying experiencing the seasons here for the first time. The onslaught of blackbirds this spring was a bit of a surprise, but I think we’ve all learned to tolerate each other for now. They’ll be gone soon enough and we’ll have our yard back to share with the robins, sparrows, and mourning doves. Continue reading “Spring and Big House on a Little Prairie”
A week ago would have been Harlynn’s fifth birthday. For months, the weight of the number five loomed above my head, and I felt burdened with an awkward responsibility of having been a bereaved parent for that amount of time.
Five years ago, our lives were forever changed. Five years ago, we said goodbye before we ever had the opportunity to say hello. Five. Years. Continue reading “To Harlynn, With Love”
Little Man peeked over the edge of the brooder, while wearing his Paw Patrol gardening gloves and in his sweet little voice, asked his Daddy, “Daddy, we’re farmers, right?”
We went shopping this past weekend for gardening stuff – items we needed in order to start our seeds for this year’s garden.
I ordered way. too. many. seeds. and this is going to pose a slight problem once it’s planting time. But I know I want to grow my own salsa, so peppers are required, and they need a little inside encouragement to start growing prior to our planting season. Continue reading ““Daddy, we’re farmers, right?””
Recently, I attended my first homeschool convention and learned SO MUCH about SO MANY THINGS.
When I returned, I was asked on Facebook: “I’m curious, what is it you love about homeschooling compared to your other two experiences?”
The other two experiences referenced are Kindergarten at a private Christian school, and 1st grade at public school.
First, let me tell you how I won’t address that inquiry. Continue reading “What A Difference Homeschooling Makes”
This past Saturday I attended a gathering where the ice breaker was to share about a memorable Valentine’s Day. Some stories were touching, others were humorous, and others admitted they didn’t really have a memorable Valentine’s Day.
When I got home later that morning, I shared with Hubs what the ice breaker was. He laughed and said, “Well you only have one.” Continue reading “Why I’m A Horrible Valentine”