It doesn’t get more romantic than Carhartt.

I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve sat down to write a post! Between trouble with my website host and sporadic and sometimes lengthy Christmastime power outages, an ice storm (or two) and slipping and sliding my way across the yard to tend to the animals and back in to tend to children, it’s been busy around here.…

First Death at the Farmhouse {Goodbye, little Hopalong}

Tuesday morning, I shuffled into the den, groggy-eyed like usual.  Before I sit in the cheetah chairs with my husband to enjoy a pre-dawn coffee, he fills the wood boiler and I tend to all the animals, starting with the baby chicks.  When I lifted the top off the brooder to refill the waterer, I noticed little bitty Hopalong, lying…

Farmhouse Christmas Decorating with Sparkles and Branches

I may have gone too far.  Maybe my philosophy of “if one is good, lots is better” only works for shoes and chickens.  Perhaps it does not extend into the realm of tree-branches-as-decor.  But who would I be if not one inclined to push the boundaries?  Before you come inside the farmhouse to see all the Christmas wonderousness, just be…

First snow & first year heating with only wood!

Being here in the farmhouse, we have a whole bunch of lifestyle changes. From roosters occasionally coming into the house (our preschooler is a poultry smuggler unmatched in these parts) to goats climbing on our shoulders to abandoning our dependence on the big oil companies for our heat and hot water…. there are good things and new things everywhere I…

The duck is stuck!!!!

Sunday was freezing.  The wind whipped and the air was piercing cold. Painful cold. The ground was frozen hard, and the water for the animals would form a block of ice in the bucket seemingly within minutes. Sunday my husband spent several hours (yes HOURS) out in that nasty weather running power out to the coop, so the chickens and…

Right Now at the Farmhouse

Right now, my teenagers are not using smart phones, tablets, computers or TV.  They are bundled up against the icy Maine wind, stacking the last of the firewood we will use to heat our house.  The landscape behind them is shades of brown and green, sculptural branches interrupt my view of the coral and lilac-colored clouds behind them. It’s almost…

Goats and Love Stories

For years I’ve bewildered friends and family with my declaration that “one day I would like to have goats.” I mean, it seems perfectly rational to me.  And if nothing else, I expect it will be a savings financially over a span of years in terms of admissions we DON’T have to pay to the York Animal Kingdom each summer,…

Hopalong, the injured baby chick, and the other sweet chicks arrive!

No one warned me that it’s possible to develop an addiction to poultry.  I’ve been a shoe addict.  A handbag hoarder. A girl obsessed with the perfectly done “smokey eye.” I have been addicted to spray tan.  Acrylic nails. Even cigarettes for a whole year in college. But chickens?  What kind of girl is addicted to chickens? It’s a question…

New Chickens at the Farm (and the REAL deal about the gender question of old)

This is that awkward moment when I tell you that I guess what I thought was an egg-dropping-slot on some of the chickens…. wasn’t. Apparently, as I caught, flipped and pawed around the feathers of Gertrude, Francis and Marilyn, the opening I managed to see underneath was something other than a slot used for dropping eggs.  I probably need not…