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Taylar

Easy Raised Garden Beds

After swearing up and down that I was going to get my raised beds built over the Winter, or at least early Spring (Ha!), I finally buckled down and kicked myself into gear this week. The large garden plot we’ve used for the last few years has steadily given less and less. The soil is depleted (it wasn’t good soil to begin with) and whilst I should have focused on feeding…

Who I am

I’ve asked myself the same question lately, in one form or the other, constantly: Who am I? What do I want? A few months ago I realized I don’t know the answers anymore. I’m in my mid-twenties, and I know these are a time of discovery. Of seeking. Of learning and growing. And I feel it, every day, in a thousand different ways. I’m slowly evolving…

Making the Most of Your Winter Farmers Market

I have to admit, I didn’t even realize I had a local Winter Farmers Market until just a few weeks ago. Is this really surprising, though? I mean, it’s me! I remember my friend once telling me, “You always miss everything cause you’re constantly looking in the other direction!” It was about a cute guy, but still! The statement holds. I am constantly looking in the other…

Week in Photos

This week has be looong. I’ve worked non-stop since Sunday, and three of those days were doubles. So suffice to say, I’m a little tired, ya’ll. Tonight is my last shift before I’m off for the weekend, and yesterday I came down with a pretty gnarly cough. I’m not feeling too sick, yet, and I’m just hoping to get through the night…

Spring Dreaming: 2017 Homestead Goals

Too soon? I’m already dreaming¬†of new garden beds, baby animals, and warm afternoons. I can’t help it! Who doesn’t love Spring? Part of surviving the coming Winter months, for me, is making plans for Spring. As much as I like the Winter for looking inward and reflections, it also represents a time to plan. And so, plan I must! Not only does winter planning help my sanity, but…

3 Reasons You May Not Want Baby Chicks

I hear a resounding gasp right now. How can I possibly suggest raising baby chicks isn’t totally the radest (rad-est?) thing EVER?! Don’t get me wrong. I looove me some baby chicks. How can you not adore those precious little balls of fluff? Especially when they’re only a few days old, are convinced you’re their mama, and like to cuddle…