Farm Life
How life looks to us down on the Farm.
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Getting To
The wind howls, creeping up the spines of all who are unfortunate enough to be in her midst. And no one is. Not this early. Save one. Do you see her there, trudging along, breaking the path in the freshly-felled snow? Why! Just look at her! She’s not dressed for this weather! Is that? Yes. She’s still in her pajamas, with just a coat thrown on over top. No hat. No mittens. Not that they’ll do her any good. The cold water from the bucket’s sloshing to and fro—any mittens, should she have chosen to wear them, would be soaked straight through. And then frozen. Just like her hands appear…
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Chapter One: The Heist, continued
The chickens—they’re the ones who start all this. To be fair, it isn’t their fault. They simply do what chickens do. They lay eggs. Surely, they have no idea that these particular eggs on this particular day will change everything—how dare you suggest it! Why? Do you see their heads tilted to the side, looking for Hannah again? Yes, it is certain those chickens have been getting rather devious as of late, but to suggest they plotted this whole thing just to get Hannah to themselves is preposterous! We will not even discuss it. They lay their eggs and that is that. The neighbors arrive, as neighbors so often do.…
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The Farmer and his Wife Book: A Small Taste
Yes, the Farmer's Wife has written a book all about their life on the Farm. And you can get a small taste of it here. Enjoy.
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The Chickens issue a proclamation: No More Snow!
The Chickens have met and made their demands. They are done with all this snow. No. They will have no more of it. They see, as surely you do, the boots on the feet of all who make their way here and there on the Farm. And are they given boots? No. They’re not. They’re expected to walk around in this Stuff in nothing but their bare feet! Will such a thing be tolerated? No. It will not. A Pro-Claim-Ation was handed to the Farmer just this morning, and this is what it said. We (The Chickens) do herby state Winter is done. There is to be no more Snow.…
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Winter Fun: Sledding
There is a place not far from the Farm where a great number of hills lie silent and waiting for a new day to begin. Oh! This is their very fa-vor-ite time of year! When the snow covers thickly, and little feet clad in boots and hands in mittens silently trudge up them, tugging at sleds that are trailing behind. When there’s yelps and hollers and laughing and fun. When the sun rises and daylight streams down on many a happy face, delighted to be living at such a time and place as this! And the Farmer and his Wife and their children, along with some of their friends, count…
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Enjoying Winter: Ice Skating and Hot Chocolate
Don't just survive Winter: Enjoy it. With Ice-Skating and Hot Chocolate, straight from the Farm.
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Saturdays on the Farm
Saturdays are made for Cleaning on the Farm. But, like everything else done here, it's soul-filling, life-giving, and just plain fun.
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Pardon the Interruption
Yes. You heard ti right. Twenty-five years ago Today the Farmer and his Wife came to be.
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The Farm: An Introduction
Welcome to our Farm, our way of life. Here you'll find fruit, veggies, a chicken or twelve, and yes, a Farmer and his Wife.
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A Promise Kept
At the end of last school year, a family meeting had been held in which all options for the upcoming year in regards to schooling and the children were reviewed and discussed (this meeting is an annual-type–because, let’s face it, things change. What works and works well for one year may not for the next). “I want to stay being homeschooled,” said one–that one being Jacob, who from his vast experience with homeschooling the previous year had already decided it was the life for him. And why not? Is there anything better than pajama-wearing, book-reading, fort-building adventures for a ten-year-old boy? I think not. But what to do with Hannah?…
