Oh, the woods. That smell, fresh and pure and clean. That stillness – hearing squirrels rustling the fallen leaves, and the birds fluttering about, the tree branches moving in the wind – no cars to distract or intrude upon it. The pure and complete darkness that comes at night, with…
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A good homesteader I am not. I like to say that every year we get a little bit better at this, but truth be told I’m not sure we’re getting better so much as we improve one thing and neglect another. I canned blueberry jam this year, and a single…
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I’m taking a much-needed break from all the gifts I’ve been making and started something new for myself. My crochet skills are sorely lacking and I’m not even sure I’m doing this right. But these happy little squares are quite fun to make, even if my left hand does cramp…
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Fall in Ohio. My sister, my nephew, and my niece. Perfect excuse to get outside and play with some photography. I think I came home with some good shots, and I know my sister will love them regardless. I’m far from a professional photographer, and I think Mother Nature makes…
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I can’t remember the last time I decorated the house for fall. It was probably sometime around when the stepson was still living with us. Every year, when school started, it put me in the mood to decorate even though it was August. It took me a bit to…
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I’ve lamented before that taco night just isn’t the same without corn relish. Last March I found and tried a canning recipe for the relish, which turned out to be a decent alternative – not perfect, but still tasty. Canning isn’t exactly difficult, nor was the recipe really time consuming, but I…