Over my lifetime, I developed many coping mechanisms for dealing with adult ADD, but when I had a baby, quit my job and moved to the farm, I finally began to see how it impeded my life.
As homesteaders we value the importance of foundation with all we do. With everything we build, grow and raise, our eyes are constantly focused on the future, and therefore, focused on ensuring a solid start.
As much as we hate to admit it, farm injuries happen. In my most recent debacle, I learned a few tips to minimize the pain of going through the healing process.
When my oldest son was 4, we found out we would be having another baby near the end of October. Over the next several months, we tried to prepare my son for becoming a big brother.
As I sat down to my computer, coffee in hand, to add the finishing touches to this week’s post, the television in the next room caught my attention. The stories of total destruction, flooding and so many lives lost are a somber reminder that we are constantly at the mercy of Mother Nature.
Patience is a virtue that my children do not possess. With many of our seeds safely tucked beneath the cool rich soil of the garden, the question of “when” has become a form of tot-sized interrogation.
Feeding animals out of the garden during summer is a great way to save a little money on feed, as well as provide the health benefits of natural homegrown fruits and veggies. For our little farm hands, though, it can also mean inadvertently making the animals sick.
“But Momma, you can fix him! Right?” No parent wants to hear her child cry these words. We want to be superheroes to our youngsters, and we feel guilty when the cape just doesn’t work.