If I were to just say the word “homestead” what would you envision? Maybe a family with several kids on a farm out in the…
As I sit here at the kitchen door, holding Maddie (my African Grey parrot) on my lap, with Baby Girl (our Boston Terrier) standing, looking…
In the summer of 2016, a neighbor lady invited me and my daughter over to see the greenhouse that she had built with her husband. …
My father was the youngest of seven children. He grew up on a farm where he lived until his father passed away when he was…
The world of folk art is broad, eclectic, ongoing and wonderful. Folk art is accessible in a way that abstract or aesthetic art can never…
Dreaming about living in the country is easy, even when you’re not quite there. Rural images ripple unbidden through burbling brooks of the mind like…
Bravo to those already on their own land, who are old hands at gardening and raising animals and bettering their lives. These are the folks…
There has always been a female face to agriculture: the tough homesteader pioneer woman on the frontier; the milkmaid; the tender of the flocks; the…
"Don’t you think you’re being irresponsible?" "Think about your kids’ future." "You’ve worked so hard to get here, and now you’re just going to throw…
The bush-hogging is done. The perimeter fence will go up next week, after I cash in a CD. I’m rigging up a Quonset-hut shelter out…
Life is full of surprises, and few people would have known that better than the Americans who participated in the land rushes and homestead movements…
I reflected it was an odd way to spend a morning. Crammed in a bulldozer cab, my bottom perched on a side molding of the…
