Kellie from Backyard Roots contacted me and asked if I'd answer a few questions about gardening. The post of today can be found here:
http://www.backyardroots.com/growing-inspiration/2015/4/a-veggie-garden-for-the-ages
“I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.” ― Laura Ingalls Wilder
Growing Inspiration
Kellie from Backyard Roots contacted me and asked if I'd answer a few questions about gardening. The post of today can be found here:
http://www.backyardroots.com/growing-inspiration/2015/4/a-veggie-garden-for-the-ages
Thrifted.
For me: Two more flip top glass jars. Sewing notions. Another basket to hide..err...organize my mess. $5.00.
Thankful.
I had two kids under the age of two. While I was on maternity leave, we made an offer on this farm. A month after I went back to work, we started the long process of moving. My husband was working all these 16 hour shifts, some overnight, at the time. It was just my littles and me. I remember getting him to sleep in the car, wearing her while I packed the car, trying to drive over to the other house before he woke. Then I'd unpack the car at the farm, head back to the other house and get her to sleep while he helped me repack the car. Repeat.
Then in this house, it was one thing breaking after another. Frozen pipes. No washer. No dryer. No dishwasher. Broken freezer (with all contents thawing on a 90 degree day in July). Broken fridge. No water pump. No furnace. I remember getting up for work 19 times the winter before last and thawing pipes with a hairdryer, with a kid on my back.
It always seems like it's been something these last 2 years. Whenever something is going on, that's when the biting, kicking, screaming, pulling hair commences. Every emergency wouldn't be complete without the ultimate brawl or meltdown.
I share all this not for pity, not for competition sake and not to complain. These are real struggles that I face and I imagine I am not alone. I strive for peacefulness and calmness at home. There's been quite a few days that I've fallen short. Some days I have worn that stress on my face, body and spirit. And that totally leads to my kids feeling unbalanced too.
I've been working on this. Usually anything 'extra' can set me off, perhaps a bathroom construction project in particular could set me into a panic. As of late, this construction we have going in our house now is for the (hopeful) future goodness of our farm. Not because something is broken. I am relaxed and happy thinking about the next steps. I am thankful for the help we are receiving. I am overlooking the messy floors and clutter. I smile dreaming of good things to come.
I think they can sense my peaceful thoughts, as they have been getting along famously as of late, playing together by the hour.
There's two ways to go about the days we have with our littles. With a steady stride or with a stressed stumble. I need to keep aiming for the steady, I can see what a difference it makes right here.
Then in this house, it was one thing breaking after another. Frozen pipes. No washer. No dryer. No dishwasher. Broken freezer (with all contents thawing on a 90 degree day in July). Broken fridge. No water pump. No furnace. I remember getting up for work 19 times the winter before last and thawing pipes with a hairdryer, with a kid on my back.
It always seems like it's been something these last 2 years. Whenever something is going on, that's when the biting, kicking, screaming, pulling hair commences. Every emergency wouldn't be complete without the ultimate brawl or meltdown.
I share all this not for pity, not for competition sake and not to complain. These are real struggles that I face and I imagine I am not alone. I strive for peacefulness and calmness at home. There's been quite a few days that I've fallen short. Some days I have worn that stress on my face, body and spirit. And that totally leads to my kids feeling unbalanced too.
I've been working on this. Usually anything 'extra' can set me off, perhaps a bathroom construction project in particular could set me into a panic. As of late, this construction we have going in our house now is for the (hopeful) future goodness of our farm. Not because something is broken. I am relaxed and happy thinking about the next steps. I am thankful for the help we are receiving. I am overlooking the messy floors and clutter. I smile dreaming of good things to come.
I think they can sense my peaceful thoughts, as they have been getting along famously as of late, playing together by the hour.
There's two ways to go about the days we have with our littles. With a steady stride or with a stressed stumble. I need to keep aiming for the steady, I can see what a difference it makes right here.
Homemade Flour Tortillas
My new obsession. Homemade flour tortillas. Recipe found here. I had no idea how easy these were. And cheap. And good. Plus a perfect thing for my littles to help with. We are permanently hooked on these and will never go back to store bought. Pair these with homemade rice and beans. Mmm.
Flour Tortillas
Flour Tortillas
- 3 cups flour
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1 teaspoon baking powder
- ⅓ cup vegetable oil
- 1 cup warm water
Directions
1) Mix all ingredients in sequence until forms into a ball. Knead for another minute. (I use the hook on the kitchen aid mixer).
2) Turn onto floured surface. Divide into 8 large or 16 small balls. Cover and let rest for 15 min.
3) Lightly flour. Roll into desired size with rolling pin. Cook on over medium high heat on griddle for 1 min (or until lightly browned), flip over and cook for another minute.
4) Enjoy!
Happy spring!
It's totally true. The snow is melting! Not all the way, but mostly. Toys are out. Chickens are roaming. There's mud. Clothes are on the line. We don't need our coats. Happy happy happy spring!
Less country, more urban...
I'm a country girl, through and through. Definitely not a city girl. Not suburb girl. A country girl.
However, the one time I lived a bit more 'urban' was when I lived in this town...my husband's hometown. I know this is totally not city living for the rest of the world, and you may laugh at me for calling it that. but it felt urban to me. I grew up on a dirt road with no close by neighbors and 10,000 trees in the front yard. In a town with no stoplights. I can't hide that I'm a country girl, it's pretty obvious. I only lasted at city living 10 months before we moved back to the country...but I do love this city. It has history, character and spunk. If I'm to go 'urban', this is where I like to go. I love watching my husband tell our kids about life growing up around these parts.
Oh, I could just get lost wandering amongst the historic homes and beautiful water...
However, the one time I lived a bit more 'urban' was when I lived in this town...my husband's hometown. I know this is totally not city living for the rest of the world, and you may laugh at me for calling it that. but it felt urban to me. I grew up on a dirt road with no close by neighbors and 10,000 trees in the front yard. In a town with no stoplights. I can't hide that I'm a country girl, it's pretty obvious. I only lasted at city living 10 months before we moved back to the country...but I do love this city. It has history, character and spunk. If I'm to go 'urban', this is where I like to go. I love watching my husband tell our kids about life growing up around these parts.
Oh, I could just get lost wandering amongst the historic homes and beautiful water...
New Carrier
How about a brand new, never been worn Ergo for $10? Given they retail for $115, that $105 savings is pretty grand.
A happy kiddo and a happy mama? Can't put a price on that.
A happy kiddo and a happy mama? Can't put a price on that.
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