A woman finds out the hard way that yes, there are lots of bugs in the Arkansas countryside.
This is the second part to the story of a woman who finds out the hard way that yes, there are lots of bugs in the Arkansas countryside.
If you've become disheartened about the human race in general, you should come out to visit us and meet some of these nice country people who are always ready to give a helping hand.
As a frustrated country-girl-wanna-be living in town, I've known since I was a little girl that I wanted to move to a ranch as soon as possible. It finally happened when I was a grandma.
Building berms around trees and shrubs is important for water-wise watering. Mulching is mandatory for water retention and helps keep weeds down. Manure berms are especially functional.
A small bench near a quiet pond on a cattle ranch. A Bible and a cup of tea.
Our hobby farm in the Sierra Nevada foothills has seen a few goats come and go.
People ask me how I can eat something I've raised. I'll try to explain it here.
From a table-top to yard. How our Christmas tree became a living Christmas tree.
Bim Bam and Cockoo clocks are part of my family history.
Grandchildren certainly liven up the place, and the bonding lasts for a lifetime.
Be healthier and lower your carbon footprint by using alternative water softener solutions.
Starting over in the country.
The sounds in the country are far different than those of the cities.
Starting over at any age is difficult; starting over in a different environment is exciting!
Learn to can your own homemade soups and always have a hot, hearty meal waiting in your pantry.
My mother's lessons in the garden, and my eventual understanding of the soul that is in gardening.
Giving our grandchildren their first ever campfire was a joy.
We are not impulsive people. We are also opposites, so it is not like us to both want the same thing and at the same time. Yet, here we were, both wanting to buy a piece of land that we had only read about on the internet. Twenty acres with a small red barn.
Growing up with homesteaders, I never thought of myself as one until recently.
Sometimes you just need a friend to get you through the greatest challenges.
A transplant's recognition of the realities of farm life and how to adjust.
I started hanging clothes five years ago, shortly before we bought the farm, and I just can’t go back to using the dryer again.
Let me introduce myself in this, my first blog, for the Capper's Farmer family.