Recipe Thursday: A Rock Bottom Recipe Book in the making

As we return to the focus on the homestead of connecting with ourselves, the land, and our community, we realized that the recipes on this blog should not only be about the foods we eat and love here at Rock Bottom, but also as an offering to you. To those of you who graciously buyContinue reading “Recipe Thursday: A Rock Bottom Recipe Book in the making”

Duendesday: Victorian Farm Dreams

{life with a curious and crazy 11 yr old} She’s been obsessed with the British ‘Farm’ series (Tudor Monastery Farm, Edwardian, Wartime, and Victorian Farm with a couple of extras) of a semi-fluctuating threesome (one is a historian joined by one or two different archaeologists) who move into appropriate time frame farms that are stillContinue reading “Duendesday: Victorian Farm Dreams”

Monday’s Equinox Musings

Since our little imp was a wee one, we love to read these picture books for Spring. What favorites do you have? A Bell for Ursli – Alois Carigiet/Selina Chonz Rechenka’s Eggs – Patricia Polacco (all of her family stories are favorites) Miss Rumphius – Barbara Cooney (also good for Summer Solstice) Miss Maple’s SeedsContinue reading “Monday’s Equinox Musings”

Duendesday: Growing Pains

{life with a curious and crazy 11 yr old} It’s seems that the world outside is thawing to her satisfaction – she’s already in the creek, chasing chickens, making mudgames, and helping her Dad boil maple syrup, trim moth nests, and cutting wood. Inside, she is making many beautiful beaded bracelets, doing her nails (aContinue reading “Duendesday: Growing Pains”

Monday’s New Beginnings Musings

Just knowing that February is gone gives me hope. By the first of March I have had enough of shoveling snow, sanding icy steps, entering and leaving the schoolhouse in the dark, making treacherous pre-dawn treks down slushy county roads. I know better than to think winter is over, but a day will comin inContinue reading “Monday’s New Beginnings Musings”

Monday’s Solstice Musings

THE WORLD BY JENNIFER CHANG One winter I lived north, aloneand effortless, dreaming myselfinto the past. Perhaps, I thought,words could replenish privacy.Outside, a red bicycle frozeinto form, made the world falserin its white austerity. So muchhappens after harvest: the moonperforming novelty: slaughter,snow. One hour the sameas the next, I held my handsor held the snow.Continue reading “Monday’s Solstice Musings”