A Day in the Life of a Homesteader
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A New Month, A New Rhythm
This morning opened with a stillness that felt like the land itself was holding its breath. June has a different tone than May. The urgency is quieter, deeper. Less about...
A New Month, A New Rhythm
This morning opened with a stillness that felt like the land itself was holding its breath. June has a different tone than May. The urgency is quieter, deeper. Less about...
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The Quiet Before the Rush
The final day of May arrived with the kind of softness that almost feels like a lullaby. A light breeze brushed through the pecan trees, the sun hung just a...
The Quiet Before the Rush
The final day of May arrived with the kind of softness that almost feels like a lullaby. A light breeze brushed through the pecan trees, the sun hung just a...
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Dirt Under the Nails, Peace in the Heart
Today was one of those “in-between” kinds of days on the homestead—not full of drama, not completely restful, but exactly the kind that builds a life like this. The kind...
Dirt Under the Nails, Peace in the Heart
Today was one of those “in-between” kinds of days on the homestead—not full of drama, not completely restful, but exactly the kind that builds a life like this. The kind...
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A Morning of Mercy and a Thunder in the Bones
I woke up to something I haven’t heard in weeks—thunder rolling softly in the distance. Not the hard crash of a sudden summer storm, but the kind that groans low...
A Morning of Mercy and a Thunder in the Bones
I woke up to something I haven’t heard in weeks—thunder rolling softly in the distance. Not the hard crash of a sudden summer storm, but the kind that groans low...