The Odd Bits: Fried Testicles

Despite the warmth of this winter, we at last passed through the frost-bearded days of our wintery spring, the dark, chilly nights pinpricked by the undying stars, when i wake up before light to sprinkle the frozen, rattling garden; crunching bucket-laden to the honking geese in the white dawn through the field of bright glass-green…

The Freezer of Darkness: “The Horror, the Horror”

The awful truth is that behind pretty blog pictures, homesteading isn’t all just flowers blooming…. Or new twin babies…. Or fresh-from-the-garden veggies….  Or misty mornings…. Sometimes it will be all those things for a while. And then suddenly something happens to shake you away from blissfully kneading home made freshly ground sourdough bread or tying…

A Sacred Thing

We just finished our main season for harvesting animals, and someone asked me recently if it makes me sad to kill them.  Most people, even meat eaters, can hardly imagine killing an animal themselves. After many years of growing both the meat and the vegetable part of our food, I have come to realize that…

Holiday Madness

Everyone always tries to do too much for the holidays. Our version of that this year was an apparent fit of madness in which we decided to take advantage of the cool weather and slaughter a giganormous pig just before Christmas. Bee was actually our first Gloucester old spot to have piglets on the farm….

The Longest Night 2017

Today marks exactly a year since we left our house in town to live in the middle of nowhere with our garden and animals.   I love the long,  dark nights of winter,  when you can wake up in the middle of the night and feel the quiet emptiness around you, and the soft breath of…