The Language of Nature

The tide of Summer has deepened and on our homestead we have finally begun to pull more crops than weeds. As the excitement of Midsummer fades into the long, hot days of July, I find myself thinking about nature and what it really means to me and my family. Enthroned on my wicker chair, only…

Waelburges Night Fires Across the Land

May 31 brought the exciting eve of May Day, Waelburges Night, here on our homestead. The evening was cool as we gathered around a table laden with various pieces of lamb and fish and fresh baked potatoes.  For drinks we had our own homemade strawberry punch and a selection of mead and berry wine.  I…

The Long Nights Cold Draw To A Close

Hrafnkell settled the whole of the valley, bestowing lands on other people, on condition of being their chief; and thus he assumed priesthood over them. As Spring fades away into the summer season, our lazy way of raising chickens has been moving steadily along.  We enjoy taking a natural approach to our flock, providing them…

Falling Leaves Hide the Path

Autumn came to the homestead without much fuss for that is a time of year that we all generally look forward to. Something new for this season’s harvest were drying racks that I crafted for use in the greenhouse.  Here we pulled turnips, stored them in the racks and then shared some of the greens…

Midsummer Celebration 2016

Midsummer Celebration 2016 arrived this year amid what we would consider drought like conditions.  Though the gardens were in full growth, it seemed that we only had three or four good rains since the beginning of June.  Despite these conditions, the miracle of our raised beds seemed to stave off a lot of the damage…