Jill Winger 🐄

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#Wyoming #homesteader helping modern folks leave the rat race & create a more meaningful life by growing food & becoming creators instead of consumers

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Brandings are a remnant of the days of barn raisings and threshing parties, and the month of May is filled with them around here. No matter how many I go to, it always feel special to see neighbors come together to accomplish a common goal, especially in a day and age where it’s so easy to isolate ourselves. And it makes me wonder... how can we bring this concept back into our modern neighborhoods? Something to ponder... anyway, we’re all still stuffed from lunch, so I’m off kitchen-duty for tonight, and I hardly know what to do with myself. Yup, it was a good day all the way around.
These are the moments I wait for all year. After supper, we race outside to work in garden and yard before the sun sets... The air is filled with the scent of new green grass and lilacs, the light is golden and soft, and bedtimes get pushed far later than they should because none of us (adults included) can bear to come inside. Wyoming, your winters aren’t for the faint of heart, but you sure know how to romance a girl this time of year.
As a teenager, I was embarrassed to say that I grew up “in town.” I would even try to hide the fact that my home was in a subdivision instead of on acreage. I wanted to be a legit part of the agricultural community so bad, I could hardly stand it. .
But I’m not embarrassed about that part of my story anymore. Looking back, I can see it was all part of the plan. Growing up where I did only made my passion for this lifestyle that much stronger. My years of yearning gave me the ability to treasure all the everyday bits of beauty of this homestead life, and now I’m realizing it’s my life’s mission to help everyone else have a piece of it too. Never devalue your story, y’all— you never know how it’ll all come together just a little ways down the road. 💚
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I ran into the feed store on Saturday to buy some jeans (yes, I buy most of my clothes at the feed store). I didn’t realize they were having a Buy One, Get One Free sale on turkeys. You know what happened next, right? Also. I ended up leaving the store without a single pair of jeans. 🤦‍♀️
This child has very little fear and attacks life at full speed. I know those traits will serve her well later, but they mostly just make me really tired at the moment. Good thing she’s sorta cute.
It’s POURING. Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, I always took rain for granted. Not anymore. It’s been overcast and rainy all week, which has made me positively giddy. Granted, our outside projects are on hold (including the tilled up front yard you can see in the pic), but it’s all good. Well, other than the crusty, muddy floors, that’s not so good... but it’s a small price to pay for happy, green pastures.
Two things you should know about this photo:
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1. The fresh “parsley” on top of the soup is really cilantro. Because I somehow have cilantro growing on my windowsill and not parsley. Weird, right?
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2. I had to get the angle on Prairie Girl’s hands just right so you couldn’t see the stains on her palms from either dandelion juice or tree sap— not sure which. Hand models we are not.
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So yeah... no matter how perfect a photo might look, there’s actually very little “perfection” there. Just sayin. ;)
The kids ran through the sprinkler today, the perennials are awakening with tiny green leaves, the lettuce, chard, kale, and arugula have been planted, and the golden light in the evenings makes me want to linger extra-long in the barnyard just to soak it all in. Our winters are long and brutal, but these first glimpses of summer somehow make it all worth it. 💕
He’s only five, but he told me I could donate his plastic toy tool set to the thrift store, since he has real tools now, and he’s been out in the wood shop all week hammering and building various “inventions” out of scrap lumber. (The tiny tape measure— I can’t even.) He’s going to be a master carpenter and creator like his daddy, but dang it child, you can stop growing now.
I rationed eggs allllll winter long and even had to (*gasp*) buy some from the store. And now of course, we’re drowning in the things and my fridge and counters are overflowing... feast or famine, y’all. Anyway, the kids have been begging for hard-boiled eggs for snacks, which is an utter nightmare when you’re dealing with super-fresh eggs. Thus my reason for mastering this steaming method. You’re welcome.
Spring is for dragging pastures, spreading manure, and going outside just so you can soak in the intoxicating scent of young green grass that permeates the air this time of year. 💚
Don’t worry CeCe, my hair looks the same way after I spend a day doing chores in the barn...