Author: Calamity Jane
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I Wanna Be a Farmer
It’s true. I always thought I wanted to be an Alaskan bush homesteader, but turns out, I wanna be a farmer. This realization has been sinking in for a few years now. My Man and I joke about it, I’ve even considered a blog called The Farmer and The Lawyer. Because, in the family/culture I…
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Red Gold: Of Strawberry Jam and House Hurricanes
On Tuesday, still half sick and under the constraints of my No-Frills Five, I went to the farmer’s market. List in hand, I dutifully got eggs, milk and beets. As for a treat (I’ve cultivated the bad habit of always getting us a treat there) The Toddler got a free sample of chocolate milk from…
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Harvests! + Stop Buying Salad Dressing NOW
I am positively quivering with excitement. My garden is growing fantastically! Finally, I have a garden! And this Southern climate is giving me her goodness– a few of my earlier planted things are ready for harvest! I bought some collard and chard starts last fall, thinking I’d have my garden bed much sooner. They sat…
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Putting the Wife Back in Housewifery
Since I pretty much just chewed him out in front of the wide world with that last post, I thought now might be a good time to introduce My Man. Wonderful, loving husband. Fantastic, devoted father. A few months ago, a friend pointed out a conspicuous lack of mention, throughout my blog, of My Man.…
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Holidays=Compromise, A Rant
I think I might be gearing up to hate holidays. And that is so, so sad, because really I love holidays. But, pretty much every holiday since the Toddler was born has just brought me angst. My Man and I have the same argument every time, where we both want to provide her with the…
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