Realizing this dream and answering the call of my heart is more work than I have ever had in front of me – but I am staying the course. Every day is an exercise in trust and faith. I go back to the feeling I had while I was standing with my eyes closed and the sun on my face while still living in the comfort of ‘ease’. That was the deepest knowing I have had, which means that this path is for us. No matter how challenging or uncomfortable it may be I will continue to pray while moving my feet until it’s time to take my shoes off, put my feet up, and have a glass of wine while looking out at the homestead we have built.
I kept our sheep a secret. After mentioning to a friend that I was thinking about getting a small flock, she looked at me with crazy eyes as if I had said I was going to burn my house down. I had just that day committed to buying my first two goats…
Stained glass windows date back to the 7th century. With the earliest known reference dating
from 675 AD when workmen were imported from France to Britain to Glaze the windows of a
monastery…
Like many in this homesteading space, this has been a completely unexpected journey for our family.
Even 10 years ago I would have laughed at the thought of getting up to milk a cow each morning and
canning endless amounts of tomatoes…
After a busy daycare week for our toddler, and the hectic joys of infant co-parenting + farming, weekend mornings are eagerly anticipated family time; the weekend promise of adventures great and small is so refreshing…
When I am inundated with green beans from the garden, I like to throw this dish together and serve it with rice. It’s quick and one of the ways I can get my kids to eat more beans.
Day Homestead Sourdough Loaves
In a large mixing bowl combine flour & salt. Then add to the same bowl the sourdough starter, water, honey & lard…
Hi Friends! I’m Angelina from @the_chinglish_farmer. I am a mama to two rambunctious little boys, a wife to a very patient man, a lady beekeeper to thousands of bees, a chemical free gardener, and about a thousand other titles as all homesteading mothers would understand…
When you raise your own meat it is unavoidable to notice the amount of nutrient dense cuts that american culture tells you not to eat. They want you to believe it’s weird, taboo, a sign of lower class, and doesn’t taste good. When in reality industrialized agriculture and feed lots have started producing on such a scale that the organs are just too much work to do anything with and get cast aside as only fit for animals to eat….
I recently became a milk maid to my beautiful Jersey heifer Francine. And while the abundance of milk has been well worth it I would be remiss if I pushed aside all the feelings and perspective this new season has brought for me…
