Feeding Canyon

We welcome the snow each winter even though it means feeding the animals instead of letting them graze. First my oldest drives the wheelbarrow down to the haystack. Then she loads it until it is heaping full, and heads to the pasture where Canyon has been waiting...

Making Butter

We’ve been making butter the old fashioned way since I broke the whisk beater on my Bosch. And I don’t mean using a butter churn. The first step is to separate the cream from the milk. These jars sat in the fridge for about twelve hours. During that time,...

Yellow Letters

“Look, Mom.” My five-year-old pointed off the snowy path leading from our house to the barn as we carried water to the chickens. A yellow line swirled in the otherwise pristine snow. “See, it’s a G.” “Did you do that?”...

All Night Christmas Party 2009

This tradition began eleven years ago when our two young children would not settle down to go to sleep one Friday night after our ward Christmas Party. My husband and I decided not to fight it and made it a night where we played whatever games the children wanted. We...