Moving Towards Minimalism.

This winter, minimalism has been my goal, well that and the 9 knitting projects I currently have going… ahem. Minimalism was hard (is hard) for me at times. In the beginning I read posts from wives and mothers desperately in need of something to change in their household. They were cleaning constantly, folding laundry daily, picking up the same toys over and over…


That was, and sometime still is, me. I can so relate with the stress of nonfunctional house. At time you can feel like you have no just time for just you. 

All of it began to change when we moved, only 14 miles, north back to our home town. We had acrued SO many things I could barely breath when debating ‘where do I even begin?’ So I grabbed a trash bag and started tossing. A trash bag turned into a trailer load turned numerous dumploads, honestly I can’t even recall how many, and I don’t think I want to. Had we really just thrown all that “stuff” away? Heck ya we did!

And I have felt so much better since that day, yes it was hard and it still is. But when you take a good long pause to really think about an item:

-when was the last time I used this?

-how long has it been in disrepair?

-do I love this thing?

-does anyone I know need one of these?

And you find yourself saying I don’t remember, who knows, heck no, and definitely not to these questions, you then wonder… why do I still have this?

That was just the first step and the proceeding steps have been that much easier to take, now that I understand what we can and cannot live without. 

Since we’ve moved life is feeling, well lighter. I’ve sorted through and thrown out so much baggage from our lives. 

Socks with holes. Gone. Shoes that don’t fit. Peace out. Clothes the girls grew out of. Adios muchachos. Extra dishes and utensils. Get outta here!

Books and books upon more books? Oh of course babies you guys are staying! There’s nothing like a well stocked home library if I do say so myself. I digress. 


I even got rid of the TV from our living room, phew was I worried about that. But you know what? The kids haven’t even asked where it went. A bu-by boob tube. 

If you knew me then you would know I can be a little bit of a clothing hoarder. But I’ve learned more about myself in and out of pregnancy that there’s one thing I’ve realized about me… I like comfort. So I’ve been weeding through clothes and it feels fantastic. Sometimes I can actually fit all my clothes in my dresser… ahem. Well it’s true, mama likes her large wardrobe. But I’m learning to live with less and that makes me feel good. And less laundry piling up means I get to wear that favorite shirt more often as it is not lost away inside laundry mountain. 

I went one step farther and I took all the toys away. And the same reaction as the TV, no one noticed. Yes, some met the trash. Sentimental, speciality and learning toys have been stored and are accessible for use when the kids want. But always get put back up afterwards. I tell you it is a great feeling to walk across a dark living room not to kick or step on one toy. Simplicity people, is where it’s at. 

Over the course of this massive homestead de-clutter I have learned 5 massively helpful tid-bits that make our lives easier day to day:

1. Make beds everyday

2. Don’t do another load of laundry until all previous loads are folded and put away. 

3. Dinner isn’t finished until the dishes are clean. (I learned this from a post about homemaking like a Mennonite, now those women can run a household!)

4. Keep the dining room table clear, even if you have to do it a dozen times a day. (Since our table doubles as a home school craft area this is especially necessary)

5. Keep all the shoes in ONE area/place/room etc. trust me… assign the shoes a zone, teach your kids and husband, stop tripping on said shoes in the middle of the night.

In the end it’s all about making life more livable. Is my house clean at all times? Definitely not, but I can breath a little easier with less and the house takes a fraction of the time to clean as it used to. 

I don’t know about you but I certainly don’t want to be wasting my husbands only two days off every week cleaning and folding laundry. There has got to be more to life than that. And there is! It’s outside your house. And it’s waiting for us all. 


Get outside and enjoy this world!

Peace & Love,

Q

A Blizzard and The Homestead.

Maybe this is just a test. Mother Nature, saying hey, it’s January y’all homesteaders better get your head in the game. I adore how nature never lets us feel completely in control, she is not predictable, we must ebb and flow with her rhythm whilst trying to find ours in the midst of all this beauty. 


Well folks the new year has been quite the challenge so far. Our power went out at 630 this morning. We spent the proceeding 2.5 hours running around figuring all the needed to be figured for this day ahead, and this was just the beginning.

As we gathered supplies and tools I visualized to Ireland how the oil lamps we were using are similar to that of the ones Laura Ingalls and her family used. We’re about half way through Little House on the Prairie but I still don’t think it’s sunk in with Ireland that Laura Ingalls lived in a much different time than us. So today was an awesome time to have a small inpromptu homeschool lesson on living without electriciy. Her chin dropped when I stated that Laura and her sister Mary likely never got to watch Frozen. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.


Winter isn’t such a big deal here, usually… having lived here my whole life I know what to expect. But the last few years Central Oregon has seen below average snow fall and we all got a little used to the weekend snow storms that melt away in 72 hours. Well, we prayed for snow and boy have we received. There are no days off in homesteading and that’s especially true for my love. His single income is all that supports us so days off are few and far between, even when he’s home, he’s working.


So you see I can’t help but be a tiny bit giddy he’s here with the girls and I today. Yes, our truck is so frozen it wouldn’t start… my hubs is pretty amazing at making sh** work, excuse the language but it’s true. If it’s broken he will fix it, if he can’t figure it out give him some space and he will by golly! But every once in a while things don’t go your way and you just need to sit back and enjoy the ride. He was able to save the day in other ways though, thawing the frost-free (again) and hauling countless buckets of water to my mare and our flock. What I guy I married! 


We are all safe inside, now thawing ourselves! 

Thankful the power is back, the truck is plugged in, water heaters are warming, and we shall endure! 

Peace and Love,

Q

ESSENTIAL OILS FOR THE HOMESTEAD

Looking for an all natural solution for many of your families health care needs? Look no further than essential oils!

They are the bees knees and mother nature’s arsenal of weapons to fight off illness, disease, the common cold, and many other maladies you may be dealing with on your homestead everyday.

Trust me, when I first heard essential oils I was a bit skeptical. Until I used peppermint oil one day from a friend I thought they were some placebo juju that weirdos came up with. Well my gastly assumptions are usually wrong as was this one. So I had a terrible headache and along came my good friend with her peppermint essential oil magic.

With its cool soothing power I was changed forever… my head ache gone and a renewed energy from the brisk sensation I was determined to get involved with these magnificent oils.

Enroll as a wholesale membership folks! 25% off oils, PLUS opportunities to get free product monthly, AND there’s a chance I could make my own business with oils?

Yes, Yes, and YES! I was sold. You can sign up to be a whole sale member like me or shop the wonderful retail inventory offered by DoTerra.

If you’re not so convinced let me take you through a day with the Gardner’s on the homestead and tell you how we use these 10 essential oils everyday.

Disclaimer: If you have never used essential oils I highly suggest diluting with a carrier oil for your first few uses with every oil to ensure you know your sensitivity. Everyones body can absorb these differently. A little bit goes A LONG WAY  folks so take care not to over use or waste.

  1. Lime- This morning I threw some pork in the crockpot for carnitas… OH NO! I had no fresh limes… Instead I dropped 3-5 drops lime essential oil into the crockpot. Its amazing and sometimes I like the flavor better than fresh limes, the tangy sweetness is ever consistent in the oils versus lime to lime differences.
  2. Peppermint – I like to dab a little on the back of my neck in the morning, this wakes me up and feels so refreshing. Like stated above this oil does work in the headache department, give it a try, what can you lose? When dropped into a vegetable capsule the Homestud will take this like a normal pill. It helps with his digestion and heartburn. This is why this oil is also part of the Digestive blend (DigestZen).
  3. Lavender – Diffused in Ireland’s room every night and dropped onto pillows. Also dropped into baths just before she goes down for the night, it works like a charm.
  4. Wild Orange – This oil goes in my homemade deodorant and also into the hubby’s beard oil. It works wonders as a disinfectant, antibiotic and cleanser. And don’t even get me started on how amazing it smells… fuh-get-a-boud-id! I’ll even put it in my water bottle for flavor.
  5. Melaleuca – I commonly drip this oil into stinky loads of laundry or whatever I want to get really really clean. This oil clean basically any home surface as well. It’s easily the best combatant against mold in our home. I dripped it into the window frames and all over the window sills and the mold never came back, SCORE! (we rent an older manufactured home, the windows leak, and we’ve had issues with mold in the past) Several sites out there who bolstered the same success with melaleuca, or I may never have tried it. Athletes foot or fungus? No more if  this oil is used daily.
  6. Lemongrass – Ok this may be my favorite smell ever, other than its fantastic fragrance, this oil works wonder on my plantar fasciitis. A couple drops simply rubbed into the soles of my feet. I also combine it with a natural un-scented all surface cleaner to add a extra cleaning kick and the aroma left behind is great.
  7. Respiratory blend (Breathe) – This time of the year the farm fam always gets cough or cold, this oil helps to relieve sinus and chest congestion with ease. I will also diffuse this in the girls’ room at night if they are feeling stuffy. Diluted with carrier oil breathe is the best substitute for vapor rub.
  8. Helichrysum – There are days we don’t need to use this super power oil, and there are day when we use it 2, maybe even 3 times. Any woman who has had the misfortune of pregnancy induced hemorrhoids, heres your solution girlfriends. Sorry to get graphic like this folks, but this is real life, I don’t claim to be anything but human. Diluted down with a carrier oil, helichrysum made my postpartum days much more tolerable, in cooperation with my homemade postpartum peri-spray (more on than later). My favorite use for this oil is as a blood stop/clot. I cut the tip of my  middle finger off a few months, no joke, it was literally siting on the cutting board… ahem. Save to say, this little yellow labeled bottle wasn’t far from reach. I simply let one drop fall from the bottle onto the open wound, no pain, no muss no fuss. It stopped bleeding almost instantly forming an almost sticky protective coating much like that of a liquid bandage. Once it was dry I covered it with a dry bandaid and went about my business. It took the pain away efficiently, the wound was healed within 10 days, and no scarring. Convinced yet?
  9. Lemon – My most favorite scent for disinfecting the air and freshening up. Drinking a warm glass of water with a few drops of lemon right when you wake is said to have huge health benefits, and when I was pregnant this was my saving grace. It relieved nausea and helped me a great deal when I was squeamish with certain smells during both pregnancies. Lemon oil will flavor food and drinks. Want a lemon for your beer but you’ve run out? This also works with lime oil.
  10. Protective Blend (OnGuard) – I use this oil on the kids and myself before we go out to run errands, it boosts our immunities and helps fight off germs. Have a toothache or sore throat? This is nature’s Oragel. It will spot treat oral pain if applied right onto your gums or tooth, 1 or two drops at a time. When a sore throat hits add this to your warm salt water gargle and it will alleviate pain from your throat and cut through the mucous. Yes the taste is a bit intense with orange, clove, cinnamon, and eucalyptus oils all teaming up for the fight, but its way worth it folks.

There you have it. And yes a whole other blog post is needed to explain the uses of more essential oils, and even the ones that are safe for your farm animals. More on that later 🙂

Whats crazier? These are just the immediate affects, when used long term the oils can positively impact your health and change your life. They can be used only to alleviate symptoms, much like I was speaking about above in my list, or that can be used long term to help treat illnesses.

I am not a doctor nor do I claim to be able to diagnose to treat anyone. I am simply a person looking for another way to treat my families minor health concerns.

Diffusing wild orange, cedar wood andlavender while  drooling over seed catalogues.

Q

What To Do When Your Dogs Get Skunked! 

Might I take this chance to introduce you to a few of my fur babies…?

This is Dixie Mae, culprit of the stink numbero uno. 

She was skunked about a month, being her (our) first time we had no idea what that burning hair/plastic smell was. No joking, Spencer and I searched for the ‘electrical fire’ source for about two hours before deeming ourselves insane. 


By routine the next morning Spencer gave Dixie her goodbye kisses before leaving for work, only to find out his face and beard would then be smelling of skunk for the days entirety… and then some.. 

So yes, she stank up the house for a good 8 hours before we noticed… ufda. 

Next on the rap sheet Mr. Kato… he was the antagonist of the satire which was the other night… he was so close to the skunk that half his face was yellow…. sigh. Save to say the swear words were a flyin’ around the middle of that night. 

His side kick? That ever dependable and trouble-making sister Brodee Sue.


So what do you do in these most stinky of circumstances?

Take a deep breath (since you’ll not want to for three months) and try to laugh about it. Dogs will be dogs and skunks will happen from time to time. Like Forrest Gump said, “sh*t happens… sometimes…”

In the one month since we moved all (three) of our dogs have been sprayed by a skunk. So you could say I’ve had some time to experiment with how to keep the smell at bay. 

To keep things easiest I won’t talk about what didn’t work… (tomato juice/sauce bath) ahem….

But what has WORKED for us:

– Bath your dog (and yourself) in Dawn dish soap… since you’ll likely end up in the shower and wet anyway. Trust me the smell passes from family member to family with haste. 

– After the shower wipe down your fur baby with a rag dampened with hydrogen peroxide. Let dry. 

– Wipe down a second time with an apple cider vinegar dampened rag. Let dry.  

– Keep diluted spray bottle (ACV + water) on hand for intermittently spritsing your dog and whatever bedding they’re using. We went so far as to spray this in the air once a day when the smell would come back up. 

– Diffuse CPTG essential oils FOREVER — as you already should be ;)!!! Since we only have one diffuser I let my tea kettle steam with OnGuard EO on board. In the meantime I’ve had an assortment of Lemon, Lemongrass, Wild Orange, Lavendar, OnGuard, Grapefruit and Cedarwood hard at work, and boy does it take that stench away. 

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– Double wash any garment/linen that has come into contact with said stinky pup. I usually use an environmentally friendly detergent but we went full out on Arm & Hammer with OxyClean. 

Unfortunately there is no immediate quick fix to get rid of the smell completely. It’s all you can do to keep it at bay. The spray from the skunk attaches to hair follicles and gets into skin pores, worst part? It will not be totally gone for up to 3 months. So you’re in for the long haul folks. 

Ok so not all of these are the most natural of remedies. But let’s just say being pregnant with three skunked out dogs has been no cup of tea.. But if these worked for me I’m sure they can help you to. 

Anyone else’s dog ever been skunked? I would love to hear what y’all did to beat the stink. 

Peace and Love,

Q

Don’t Throw Away That Carcass! 

Here on the homestead one of our biggest missions is to use all we can from all we have. In the case of the thanksgiving turkey that means keeping the carcass. 

All we do is throw the hole thing into a large stockpot, cover with water, and let it simmer on a low setting overnight. 

In the morning simply sift through and pull out all the bones and skin you can find (this can be a rather long process sometimes), add whatever veggies and seasonings you’d like and voila! 


I add the veggies and seasonings after the bones and skin are removed just to clarify, then I simmer for a few more hours on low heat. 

This makes a great turkey soup base to be used immediately or frozen for future use. Another option is to strain the meat from the liquid and keep the juice as a bone stock/ broth. The meat can be used for whatever, even dog food if you have too much leftovers sitting around as it is… if your house is anything like my house you’ll have left overs for daayyyys anyway!


This way the gift of the thanksgiving bird keeps on giving, over here at the Gardner home we’re thankful for that and birds life for the nourishment it provides our bodies. 

Wishing you all full bellies and overflowing hearts this holiday season! 

Peace and Love, Q

The Moving Blues…

I never been one to love change. Or even like it for that matter. Plain and simple. 

As many of you know, and others who don’t, we just got done moving… the entire homestead, just 14 miles north. 

To say that the last 3-4 months (literally how long ago we started moving..) was the most stressful and exhausting time of my life thus far would be a gross understatement. “They” say the only other anxiety and stressor that comes close to parallel with moving is grieving the loss of a loved one. Now I don’t know if that’s true but I’m definetly grieving something. 

And it’s my sanity!

Good thing I’m not one of those shower everyday kinda gals, because that would never happen right now… fuh-get-abou-did! 

As if moving with two daughters (3 and 18 months), two puppies (year old litter mates) + 1 adult dog, an armful of baby bunnies and their mamas, a 30 strong homestead flock, one ornery horse, and a terrorist cat isn’t enough!

Let’s throw pregnancy number three on top, eh?

This is where I appologize to my dear mother, may your heart rest easy, your daughter is fine, busy but perfectly okay. 

Yes. There may be a load of dirty dishes to wash and a gojillion loads of laundry yet to do but my focus is on settling my family into our new home, humans, pets and livestock alike. 

This lifestyle is our why for everything we do. Every choice we make. And we’re so glad this choice to move is over. We can finally get back to what really matters. You know, like weekly bread day and butchering birds before the snow hits? 

Now, that’s not to say this move went smoothly by any means… it was anything but…that’s the part I’ll never forget, I swear I could have spent more time planning and things still wouldn’t have worked out.

Like my horse just jumping right in the trailer.. instead of the near 5 hours it took to get her moved. Or maybe had we spent more time organizing the moving of the birds we may not have lost 6 so far to predators. Or the fact that since I don’t have a proper hanging hutch for the rabbits yet, 6! That’s 6 babies have squeezed through the crate bars and disappeared never to be seen again.


O! And don’t forget, Q, your barncat is now terrorizing the neighbors cat… how the flip to train your gangster cat to stay home…? 

With all the screw ups you want to know one thing I did right?

I anticipated at least some failure from this move. I mean come on, life is crazy, and how am I so arrogant to think I have it all under control. I surrendered to the fact that maybe nothing will go the way I want it to. I knew that something had to go wrong, like everyone has told me ‘that’s just part of moving.’ And that’s ok.. I’m literally too blessed to be stressed and that’s a wonderful thing.  


No, I didn’t get my hops dug up in time, all the pretty soil I built was left behind and of course we had to say goodby to some things that just couldn’t possibly come with us. But that change is good. And this was the season for it. 

Yes this move pushed us near to insanity. The control freak in me has never been more on edge. But at the end of everyday we took a deep breathe of gratitude and started all over again the next morning.  

There was definitely a love/hate relationship between us and the Tumalo place. And if you know me you’ll know I hated that house. I’ll always be grateful for the shelter and meeting place it provided for our family and so many loved ones, but I never quite felt like home, there was always an expiration date. From the beginning though, we moved there for the soil and the space. The property which tested us continually and usually won. We loved everything about the natural part of that amazing little spread. Soil so rich with life, always giving such amazing fruit and flower. And a view so enduringly beautiful. 

There were so many great, amazing, horrible, hilarious, unexpected and even predictable memories tohappen there in the near theeenyears we lived there so here’s just a few. 

 

Tumalo, oh Tumalo, how we loved living inside your little community of unincorporated-ness. We built so many friendships while living in our polished turd (as she was respectfully named) of a double-wide. We learned so much during this few years, lessons about ourselves and about life. Most of all we learned how to fail and keep going. And what a fantastic feeling it is to have this (part of the) learning phase behind us. 

De-stressing and getting back to the basics of our life is now the biggest priority, nothing helps like a little mantra, say..

Breathe and carry on….

Or maybe

Let go…

And 

Sorry, blog, for neglecting you so. Mama’s home. 

So I’m breathing in all the change and craziness and breathing out with peace and harmony. 

Q

 

Summer Snipets. And What I Learned About Me. 

We’ve been a little blog MIA lately enjoying all the sunshine! Here’s a little photo story of what’s been going on here on and off the Gardner Homestead. 

Our hen Margox hatched our first ever batch of   homegrown chicks. All 7 chicks are growing up fast. 

First time seeing those tiny feet!

Spencer and I lucked out on some KID-FREE time and went to see Smash Mouth. Save to say I was wayyy more excited than my hubs. 

Our little Murphy girl is a walking, running, babbling adorable toddler now. How did it happen so fast?!?

Oh Ireland, my Ireland. Please stop growing up so darn fast! Love, Mom

If we harvest nothing else, there’s always onions.

Thank you to whichever previous tenant planted the beauties. This our third summer here, is the first year they’ve had a full bloom. 

See that cute spud? Yeah he and his siblings froze to death in Mid-June. They’ve finally bounced back…

Happy 4th of July from these Gardner girls. 

What’s a homestead without a messy backyard full of chickens?

This baby is chore partner, she’s always by my side (or on my back!)

Kato’s first time packing. Deaf dogs need jobs to right?

Getting lost in my hop jungle, our third season with these Willamette Hops is sure to be a big producer.  Can you say home brewed IPA? 

Exploring the Metolius River trails with my tribe of toddlers and dogs. 

My little Irish earthlings

Symbiotic hiking partner, she’s a versatile baby. She gets a free ride, while providing never ending cuteness, drooly kisses, and keeps me in shape!

Some of that 4th madness! Shhhh…

I can’t survive a summer without these, my favorites!

Exploring our natural world close at hand.

Planting beans for nitrogen to feed the corn
1/2 Farm girl 1/2 daddy’s little princess
Giving some summer lovin’ to my favorites
Ireland saw her first play, The Little Mermaid

The peas, oh these lovely purple peas. 

Weekly harvests are almost over.
Ladder rack rabbit tractor? Oh, yeah!

One thing I’ll never do again is plant the hops so close to the house. They’re a harbor for bugs and insects, some good and some bad, but all of them right at my back door 🙁


Like I said, I knew there would be onions. So far we’ve harvested radishes, onions, lettuce, kale, zucchini, and shelling peas. 

That’s just a little of what’s happened this summer. Trust me there’s more but I won’t bore you with it here. Head on over to IG to see our full homestead photo diary @thegardnerhome. 

Oh yeah, and if I know anything about me it’s that I love summer, case and point for this short update. I’m spending more time with family, less time with technology, and that’s OK. Keep an eye out for some of our new projects and plans… YouTube Vlog? 

No spoilers yet!

What have you been up to on or off your homestead this season? 

Peace and Love,

Quincy

WHY THE 3 SISTERS GARDEN? Here it is. 

I like to think of gardening as my favorite never ending learning experience. For if I’m not learning a new task or skill, I’m learning something about myself.

Two things I learned last year are these; Native Americans knew what they were doing in the garden and I love passed down traditional gardening methods that excel in my climate zone.

Let me explain.

You see, the three sisters garden is an old Native American garden technique of extreme companion planting. This method is tried and true and boy is it beautiful to watch.

So what do we companion plant you say?

Three of the best of course.

Corn = supports the beans.

Beans = add nitrogen to feed the corn.

Squash = acts as a mulch helping to retain moisture and fight weeds.

last years 3 sisters raised bed
It starts out quite simple but can be arranged so differently and uniquely, for this reason I won’t go into huge detail on the design aspect as you need simply google ‘three sisters garden’ and you’ll find endless examples. This is just what I chose. After much deliberation and watching the sun rise and fall many times on different prospective locations I chose to use a circular pattern.

The steps we took in planting are as follows:

1. The corn is planted first. In a circle as I mentioned before. Make sure to plant after all danger of frost has past. A 5 gallon bucket works perfectly to trace the right size circle.

2. Once the corn is 5″ tall plant your pole beans. This is important to ensure the corn is strong enough to support the beans as well as not having to fight the beans for full sun. They should be planted rather close to ensure they can climb and at a 1:1 ratio with the corn. I’d say plant about 1-2″ away from the corn sprout.

3. One week after planting the beans go ahead and plant your squash. Plant your squash 2-3 seeds to a corner making a square around the corn/bean circle.

2015 Golden Bantam, Scarlett Runner, Lemon Cucumber
4. Have fun with it! You don’t have to plant the typical varieties either. I picked a few different ones so I could alternate and bring some diversity to the garden.

For instance; one circle is filled with Golden Bantam corn, Kentucky Pole beans, and Small Sugar pumpkin, while the other is Smoke Signals popping corn, Scarlet Runner beans, Black Beauty zucchini and Summer squash. 

I ended up planting two three sisters gardens. One in my kitchen garden while the other is out in the crop garden. Here’s their progress as of today!

Kitchen Garden:


Crop Garden:

Both were knee high by the 4th of July but endured a couple cold snaps which put them through a 1-2 week lull. During that time I amended them with BioLive, bat guano, and blood meal, boy did that help a lot! 

I love this garden style. You get a lot in a little amount of space and the symbiosis of these yummies producers is beautiful. 

Need I say more?

Peace and Love

Quincy

Have a 3 Sisters Garden? I’d love to see yours!

For You My Love. 

My tall handsome husband. Oh where do I begin…

That beard. Those soft baby blue eyes. His clever smile. Or the hands, oh that man’s hands. I could go on… But for now I’ll spare you. 

For those of you who don’t know my husband. Here he is. Mr. Spencer Gardner. Ok, not so bearded here but hey the man hates and I mean hates to be photographed. So this is old. Moving on. 


He was born and raised here in our home state of Oregon. He’s passionate about forestry and cannabis horticulture.  A fantastic mechanic and jack of all trades, he’s never afraid of a challenge. 

It’s said his Grandpa Charlie taught him the best skill you can have is being able to read. Because, he also says,”If you can read, you can learn to fix just about anything.” 

A goofball when you need a laugh and a strong support when you need someone to lean on. 

The back bone of our homestead, and our growing family. Spencer has been my saving grace and best friend. He’s the one who keeps us upright and moving forward. I don’t know what I do without that beardy man. 

From birthing coach to playing horsie in the living room, this man will do anything for his daughters. 

All while lovingly indulging my homestead dreams and always challenging me to chase them down, his patience for the girls who surround him knows no bounds. 


In times of stress and fear, there’s my bearded man, full of positivity and a cunning remark to make you laugh or change your perspective. Never have I learned so much from a human, as I have from my husband. He’s unique with such an appetite for life and wisdom beyond his age. 


He’s our all around farm hand, part-time chef and the only one who can get Ireland to nap some days. Afternoon snuggle time is their jam. He accepts the differences in his daughters and takes every beard tug from Murphy with as much grace as he can manage. 

Becoming a father didn’t change him, not really, he’s still my same old goofy best friend who wanted only to make me laugh and help those he loved. 

Only now he’s a daddy. 


He only became more of himself. The best parts of his spirit amplified. His soul, now a piece of another human, a person he helped to make. His ability to give and keep giving has never ceased. He loves his friends and family without consequence. He will never faulter to be there for someone in need. Especially in the case of his daughters.

A rugged bearded man with the tenderness to brush his daughters hair.. even if his hands smell like gun oil.. Need I say more?


Watch out teen boys of 2027 and beyond. 

Our daughters are some lucky girls. 

Peace and Love. 

And special love to my bearded stud muffin of a husband and the father of my daughters. I love you… Happy Father’s Day 

Quincy

WYETHIA MOLLIS: Mountain Mule Ear Wild Herb

For months I’ve been sighting these beautiful flowers along the high ridges above our desert lakes and up high on mountain passes. Never knowing what they were called but yearning to snag a bunch from the nearest hill side I could. 

Well thanks to my lady farmer bestie Megan out at MoMac Homestead I have learned what little information that IS available about these stellar wildflowers. 

You’re looking at Wyethia Mollis, commonly known as Mountain Mule Ear or Woolly Mules Ear. She’s a broad leaf perennial herb indigenous to high desert climates, most commonly in California. A little fun fact says “they aren’t native to central Oregon” but the more southeastern parts of Oregon, remember how I said ‘what little info IS available.’ Well take that Google!!! We’re changing that right now.

So yes, they are in fact native to Central Oregon. Occurring in higher elevated regions with rockier soil. For you locals out there, you can find these blooms near Green Ridge outside Sisters, on the steep ridges above Lake Billy Chinook, and dispersed among the roadside hear the top of Mt. Hoods pass. 

Take care when attempting to transplant as you’ll likely do more harm to the plant than good. These old gals can grow tap roots up to 10 feet deep or more! So the chances you’ll get a viable transplant is slim to none. Your best bet is to harvest drying blooms before the birds and the wind away with all the tiny seeds inside. I did this in mid to late May this spring.  

Currently I’m waiting for them all to dry out and separate from the crispy blooms. Once I gather them all I’ll be sure to update y’all. I have literally no clue want to do with the seeds. Maybe a little more research and I can learn what’s best. 


Anybody out there a flower expert?

Peace and Love,

Quincy