Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Miss You. XO

I've moved. We've moved. On the internet, at least. All of my archives are over there. And so are the animals and the Letowski boys and now a shop, which is fun and exciting and ultimately why we did the messy thing of starting a journal elsewhere. And basically I'm here to say: I finally have a working computer and camera at the same moment in time and I'm going to start writing and taking pictures and getting back to having an online journal and I miss you. Would love to hear from you. All of you! Anyone other than the spammy spammers offering me football jerseys will be received with great excitement and adoration. So. Grab a cup of coffee and come say hi. A girl can get lonely out here. xo

Monday, May 4, 2015


Well, virtually so to speak.

I'll be sharing our life and homesteading journey on my new website, North Country Folk. And it just wouldn't be the same without you.

Much love,


p.s. Just to clarify, the entire blog has moved. Things will only be different in name and in the fact that I have a shop attached to the blog now. Still the same old mildly successful homesteader writing about her meanderings and misadventures. See you there? xx

Monday, March 23, 2015

In Which We Wait

In just over a month our Luella will push a little calf earthside and we will finally be the keepers of a family milk cow, instead of the keepers of a very large and hungry pet. It's a milestone two years and many bottles and bales in the making, and I am completely racked with nerves over the whole thing. There's a certain amount of in the moment, learn as I go, farm woman moxie that I'll have to call on, and it has me unsettled because up until this point much of what I have needed to know could be simply found in a book and otherwise did not have the consequence of death. But of course here I go painting myself into the role of Animal Savior without ever giving Luella the chance to show some moxie of her own. So. While I daily wish for the uncomplicated, unassisted, wake up to a new little love in the barn sort of birth, I will also daily keep myself busy reading and googling and watching bovine birthing intervention videos, for better or worse (mostly worse), because it is something to do when there is not much to do. Or perhaps I could finally get around to planting those god damned onions and give my poor nerves a rest.