Prioritizing slow clothing and working to change the habits of fast fashion in support of hardworking moms like me all around the world.
“I’m sure you are feeling a need for some ’empty’ space about now.” It’s what a wise woman, who has herself been in the trenches with littles, wrote to me this week. She was right. This pandemic? It’s so very full. So full of new things, like working full time while parenting full time. Full…
I learned the call of the Tufted Titmouse today. I don’t often work from my porch, much of the year it is too hot, too cold, too rainy, or too buggy. Or, most definitely, I am just too busy. But COVID-19 has us rethinking things, like how and where we work. So when the 4yo…
Our 4-year-old is begging for sweet snacks these days, so we set out to make a homemade fruit leather (like a fruit roll-up), made with real fruit and no added sugars. We pulled from what we had on hand–some blackberries picked from our own backyard and frozen last summer, some peaches from a nearby farm,…
Christmas came upon us fast this year, what with Thanksgiving falling so late in November. Nevertheless, this is a season I do not want to rush. It’s what our culture tells us to do. Rush! Before it’s too late! Buy it now! Snag the deal! Do the thing! But Christmas, in it’s essence, is about…
We’re fully back in the throes of baby rearing here on our little homestead. And that means we’re back at this cloth diapering business a mere 7 months after we potty trained our first. When I was first looking into cloth diapering, I read as many resources as I could trying to wrap my mind…
This Mother’s Day is bittersweet for me, and I’m sure SO MANY of you can relate. I am grateful to my own mother and celebrate her and everything she has meant to me through so many years and so many ups and downs of life. I am a proud mama to one of the sweetest,…
Spring has arrived on our homestead, slowly but surely. The grass is starting to green up as spring blossoms. The purple deadnettle is everywhere. The pear trees are blooming. This is when things come alive around here. We come alive too. The sun sets a little later. We savor the waning light with a few…
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout! – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “Rain in…
These days it feels like we’re fitting our parenting into the spare moments, the in-betweens, the fleeting fringe of must-dos and don’t-dos. We pried oursevles from home and headed out for ice cream. It’ll be a treat! But we just ended up a sticky mess, and a mama with a short temper. Not my best…
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