Jill Winger 🐄

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🐄 Homegrown food, cows & prairie skies
💚 Wyoming
🥧 Farm cookbook coming 2019!
✨ Leave the herd, grow your dreams
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“For us, the transition into homesteading was a gradual unwrapping of the various layers of “conventional” we had allowed ourselves to be encased in over the years.
It was less of a battle cry, and more of an awakening. A blossoming. A falling in love with the notion of a hybrid lifestyle that combined the best of the old ways with a sprinkle of modern convenience.”
10 years ago today, we signed the papers to become landowners for the very first time. I couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic this week as I reflected on our journey from clueless city kids to full-fledge homesteaders. Read the whole thing on the blog!
Essential oils make homesteading 100x easier... Seriously.
They save me from buying toxic fly sprays at the feed store, they give me options when my family is under the weather, they gave us massive relief from some horrible big bites this week, and they end up in almost all of my DIY concoctions, from plant sprays, to udder balm, to homemade chapstick.
It’s taken me a while to build my stash (it’s rather huge now...) but one of the ways I’ve done that is by cashing in on free oils whenever I can.
There are a bunch of crazy Buy One Get One deals happening next week, and I’ve created a private Facebook group to keep my Prairie Homestead tribe up to date on the oily goodness— wanna join us? Grab in the link in my profile or in my IG Stories!
Dear 1970s sidewalk, 
Thanks for giving me a solid path to the barn for the last 10 years. However, I’ve found someone new. Hope you’ll understand. Love, Jill
(Swipe over to see the before!)
I garden, but I don’t really consider myself a gardener. If you give me the choice of ways to pass the time, I’ll usually pick cooking, or photography, or riding my horse over digging in the dirt. (P.S. feel slightly scandalous admitting this.)
But... every year when I’m out there planting and weeding and primping, I feel so deeply grounded. And the stress melts away as I weed and my brain becomes quiet (which is no small feat) and I’m left with the conclusion that humans were simply meant to grow things. It’s not magic, but yet, somehow it is. ✨
The old, vacant farmsteads around here stir something deep in my soul. I can’t fully explain it. I’m head-over-heels in love with our current homestead, but someday y’all... Someday I’ll find a place just like this that I can nurture and restore to its former glory. I can feel it. 💚
Burgers. Campfires. Sparklers. Family. Freedom. Happy Independence Day y’all. 💥🇺🇸 💥 🇺🇸
“Never be within doors when you can rightly be without.” —Charlotte Mason
My house is a disaster, the kitchen has ben abandoned and we’re eating rather miscellaneous meals, but Wyoming summers are short and precious and every waking minute simply must be spent outside soaking them up. 💚
(Thank you @yankeehomestead For reminding me how much I love this quote!)
I’m convinced homesteading is more than the sum of its parts. .
Sure, there’s the gardening, the chicken keeping, and the scratch cooking, but when you combine all of those things together, it somehow turns into this magical stew that’s mysteriously MORE than just the food and chores.
Homesteading, even in its simplest form, forces you to think differently. To dream bigger. To be OK with being slightly weird. To wonder what might happen if you opt out of the societal herd.
When I got my first chicken and planted my first seeds, I thought I was just growing my own food, but I ended up growing a whole new lifestyle, an awareness, and a type of intentional living that eventually touched every area of our lives.
How has homesteading opened up possibilities for you?
📷: @lizosban
I think this is her I’m-tired-of-this-lady-with-the-giant-camera-I-just-want-to-take-a-nap face. Sorry Blue... when you’re this cute, sometimes you just gotta deal with the paparazzi.
Well, I wouldn’t call myself accomplished, but I’ve got the failure thing down to a science. 😜
“All the accomplished gardeners I know are surprisingly comfortable with failure. They may not be happy about it, but instead of reacting with anger or frustration, they seem freshly intrigued by the peony that, after years of being taken for granted, suddenly fails to bloom. They understand that, in the garden at least, failure speaks louder than success. By that I don’t mean that the gardener encounters more failure than success (though in some years he will), only that his failures have more to say to him—about his soil, the weather, the predilections of local pests, the character of his land. The gardener learns nothing when his carrots thrive, unless that success is won against a background of prior disappointment. Outright success is dumb, disaster frequently eloquent. At least to the gardener who knows how to listen.” — Michael Pollan
I had a full-blown moral dilemma over putting shiplap in my kitchen. I know, I know, shiplap is trendy and everyone loves it. So what’s my problem? Its trendy and everyone loves it— that’s what. I’m weird like that I guess.
But now that it’s done, I think it’s just what the space needed (I have no regrets). P.S. There’s a post up on the blog with the whole story if you’re curious about my shiplap weirdness.
We came home from VBS this morning to find this little blue-eyed baby. She’s already spunky and sassy, so she’ll fit in quite nicely with the rest of the females around here. ;) Her mama is Mabel, which makes Oakley her grandma and last year’s heifer calf her aunt. I think. Our milk cow family tree is getting confusing. I’m gonna call her Blue. 💙