Category: Blog

I am writing this with steady hands, a calm stomach, and a very clear mind, but that was not the case a week ago. I am sharing this story as soon as I can because it matters, and because I…

For a long time, I believed trellises belonged to other gardeners. The confident ones, or the ones with perfectly straight rows, matching tools, and gardens that looked planned instead of slowly figured out. In my head, a trellis was always…

There's something incredibly rewarding about gardening, especially when it’s a project that evolves right before your eyes. This year, Ryan and I decided to add a touch of nature to our entrance path by planting Creeping Thyme.  Living here in…

Every year, sometime in early December, my phone starts lighting up in a very familiar way. Messages come in from old coworkers in New York, people I once shared office lunches, deadlines, and late evenings with.  The question is almost…

When I was living in New York, bees were something I avoided without much thought. I didn’t try to understand what kind they were or what role they played in the world around me.  To me, a bee was simply…

Somewhere along this journey, seeds stopped feeling like small, forgettable things and started feeling like responsibility. I don’t remember the exact day it happened, but I know it came after we settled into this land and I began to understand…

Yesterday afternoon began in the most ordinary way, the kind of ordinary that usually fades from memory as soon as the day ends.  I had stepped into the garden with no plan other than to water the coneflowers I had…

Last Sunday began like many winter mornings here, quiet and cold, with the kind of stillness that makes everything feel paused. The temperature was low enough that frost still held on to shaded ground, and small patches of snow lingered…

When I first started raising chickens, I believed that expanding the flock would be one of the easiest parts of homesteading. You buy new birds, bring them home, and eventually everyone settles in.  After two years of living with chickens…

I still remember one of our first mornings after moving to West Virginia, when everything around us felt unfamiliar and quiet in a way that New York never was.  I stepped outside early, holding a cup of coffee, trying to…