I grew up a farm girl in rural Iowa where we raised livestock, grain crops, and tended  HUGE gardens where we raised all of our produce. We ate fresh foods and what wasn’t eaten fresh, was canned to enjoy during the winter.  Breads and rolls were made weekly, hand-crafted pies could be in the oven just 30 minutes after picking fruit, eggs came from our chickens, milk and cream came from our cow, and meals were enjoyed the most when shared with family and friends.

We were raised in a very self-sufficient lifestyle.  If something was broken, we fixed it.  If it was torn, we mended it.  If it mooed, we milked it.   If it was dirty, we cleaned it.  If something/someone was hungry, we feed it.  If something was ripe, we picked it.   And probably one of the most important lessons… if you can make do without it, don’t buy it.  Hard work was expected, but we also had time to relish the simple pleasures in life:  enjoying the company of friends and family, watching fireflies and stars light up the night, playing hide and go seek in the hayloft, and riding our ponies on the gravel roads that connected our community.

Chicken coop made from reclaimed/recycled materials

Chicken coop made from reclaimed/recycled materials

Now I live in an urban setting with my husband, affectionately known as Mr. Overalls, on a 1/3 of an acre.  We are just blocks from the local hospital, yet wake to the sounds of our chickens clucking and bees buzzing. The skills I learned growing up, serve me well on our urban homestead.  We gather eggs from our chickens, honey from our bees, and fresh vegetables and fruit from our gardens.  We compost dirty straw from the chickens as well as our vegetative scraps from the gardens and kitchen.  That in turn makes a wonder, organic soil amendment.  Meals are made from scratch, using whole ingredients instead of processed foods.  During the peak of harvest, we set aside time to preserve extra for the long winter months.

To add to our self-sufficiency, we have added some new skills by making: cheese and other dairy delights, bar and laundry soap, household cleaning supplies,  as well as mead and wines.

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21 responses »

  1. So glad to have found you we had ten off grid acres in az but we moved to MN and have a urban garden.. I may even try tower gardens! Our town doesnt allow chickens but they never said anything about quail 😉 were in Minnesota are you up north? (cold winter reference) or still in Iowa?

  2. Wow…..just stumbled into your site now, really interesting to see someone with the background as I am. Mine was growing up annex to a Forest Herbarium. I made creams and soaps using forest products. I still do! So proud to be a Botanist!

  3. Connie, I just discovered your site and am already excited to read it. I live in a suburban area on about 1/4 acre. We just moved here a month ago and have an excellent, if somewhat raggedy area (right now) to work with. I grew up in suburbia never realizing what a fresh egg tasted like until I was ad adult and discovered farmer’s markets. Thanks SO MUCH for taking the time to share you life!

  4. Wow, you sound like you have a fulfilled life on your piece of land. It would be nice to wake up to the sound of chickens and farm animals. I live right in the city but birds visit/live in the tree outside my window and I just love hearing them chirping.

  5. What wonderful memories you must have of your childhood……. I was fortunate to get a couple of extended breaks on farms as a child and have a golden cloud of memories attached to those times. You have a great blog and I am happy to be a new follower.

    • Thank you and welcome to our blog. My childhood definitely shaped me into the person that I have become today. Even though I no longer live in the country, I brought my lifestyle with me.

  6. A very comfortable invite to an approach to life that is measured and appreciative. Lucky you to have grown up breathing in the air of the farm … not that of asphalt, concrete and brick.
    Jeff Zablow

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