Small Harvests
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 In early spring, five years ago, I started the seeds for my first garden.  While they grew, my husband and I built raised beds for our front yard and a small one nestled in by the back door for herbs.  They all grew wild and unyielding and were perfect.

That same spring, I picked up a little chirping box from the post office and started my first flock of chickens: Evie, Bea, Agnes, Maude and Tilly. That summer I put by my first small batch of strawberry jam.  In winter I tried baking my first loaf of homemade bread. (I had to keep trying).

This month marks the one year birth day of this little homestead.  It is a modest but bigger space than before; we want to put our roots down here. Our little chicken flock of five has grown to ten, and we have added four fiber sheep and a guard dog, a dream come true. We have planted our first fruit trees, and laid out plans for a garden. And our house! The old, four-room farmhouse with creaky floors and big windows. It is

home

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We have been so lucky and have worked so hard. We have seen loss and suffered heartache. It is part of the good work of creating home, building a life. We are so grateful and hopeful, and so, so happy to be here.