Day Seventeen: Scoby for Kombucha Tea

The fermented Kombucha tea just can't be left alone, it's been our carbonated drink replacing soda. It's fizzy probiotics are addicting and we have begun to crave the elixir. It is time that we make our own and...

Day Sixteen: Coconut Butter

With the coffee grinder firmly pressed against the counter, the coffee was ground fine for the espresso press. Being on the paleo diet limits us to only coconut milk, which I am not terribly fond of. Driven by ...

Day Fifteen: The Balm of Gilead

Most of the buds had already bloomed into fuzzy tails, signifying the early start of spring. With the two cottonwood trees cut down for fire wood, this was our chance to collect the buds that had not yet flower...

Day Fourteen: Tapping Trees

Morning was quite as the hot sun rose above the trees, it would be another warm day at 50 degrees. They were becoming more frequent, it was time to tap as the sap began to run through the trees. We would do it ...

Day Thirteen: Rose Oil

Rose oil, a highly coveted item in this house. At every opportunity I am looking for ways to make more, because inquiring enough money to buy it just seems to absurd as it takes to long. I don't think anyone un...

Day Twelve: The Powers of GOOT

Creamy GOOT In my search for whole food recipes and ways to eat and stay healthy, I stumbled upon the uniquely interesting powers of GOOT or garlic oil treatment. Mainly garlic blended with extra virgin oli...

Day 11: Raw Tea

I collected orange peel from oranges eaten throughout the week, I kept the peel in a mason jar in the fridge to keep them smelling fresh until I used them. The unused ginger was chopped into small pieces and pu...

Stock of a Gun

Stock of the gun pressed firmly into my shoulder, below clavicle, seated in the soft flesh of my shoulder. I held my hand above the trigger and my eye down the sights as a brief image of where the clay pigeon w...
Lamp aflame

Day Ten: Mason Jar Oil Lamps

Lamps are not a luxury, they are a necessity. Living off grid there are few things we can live without, the oil lamps that light both the early and late winter mornings, the flames that light the evenings when ...

A Natural Home

The smell of fresh soil and the rough touch of branches means freedom. The stress of life seems to wilt when I have nature filling every sense. The feeling of relaxation that overcomes me when I am surrounded b...

Day Nine: A Cold Remedy

Remedy the oncoming stuffy noses, running noses, head aches, sore throats, coughing. All I hear are muffled coughs and people sniffing their mucus back into their noses. Gross. Everyone just seems to be so sick...

Day Eight: Spruce Cone Fire Starters

She collected the future fire starters with a rigor and excitement that could not be found in any person I have known. Mia-Aurora, named for the natural phenomenon that brings spirit to our soul as we watch it ...

Day Seven: Sprouting Seeds

Tiny white arms reached from the mung beans, they had begun to sprout. I had started this project of sprouting  seeds as a way to give variety to our Paleo diet, I hadn't expected shoots so soon! Kit for sp...

Day Six: Composting

The pail was overflowing with leftovers uneaten and banana peals, we were careful when we scraped plates into the bucket that no meat was thrown in. We started composting and dumping it over the frozen ground t...

Day Five: Starting Seeds

It is time to plant the seeds when the sun brings heat back to us with confident rays. With the hope that we might have a garden this summer, the seeds must be planted indoors if they are to last the cool Alask...

Day four: The Art of Mending

I searched through the pile of sweaters and cardigans looking for just one without a small hole or snag to large to hide. Not a single knit sweater I owned was safe to wear in public. There are two problems wit...

Day Two: Homemade Toothpaste

The kind of toothpaste you won't eat, is my homemade kind. Regular toothpaste seems to be the first thing that you children seem to eat, way before real food. I can tell how often it's eaten out of the tube by ...

Day One: Apple Ketchup

The pile of ketchup was growing and he didn't seem to have a limit as to how much he would flavor the poor eggs that were lost at the bottom of that pile. Dad, was always a fan of ketchup. With the lifestyle ch...

Creative Play

His stories built castles with dragons in far off lands he could only reach through portals. When they played outside alone, I could hear them whispering their tale of imagination as it spun a new web of fantas...

French Spruce Hen

I glared at the wine colored flesh of fresh spruce hen laying nonchalantly in the bowl, the breast still attached to the rib cage. To say the least, after attempting to cook authentic French cuisine for almost ...

The Starving Mind: The Lack Of Hobbies

I stared at the stack of unfinished projects leering at my lack of accomplishment. I looked down at the new teal wool yarn that bragged promise of a new entertainment. I had a guilty feeling that I should take ...

Just a Quilt

Living behind the walls of quilted insulation and heavy materials. A thin 20 year old quilt failed to reliably place my over imaginative mind at ease as I slide into bed. But, most times I simply was too tired ...

Surrendering Prejudices

I have surrendered ideas of perfection, I surrender any notions of how things are going to go and leave my mind open for the chance learn from a new experience. I've left behind my prejudices towards natures vu...

From Scratch

The chopped cranberries stained my fingers as I continued to pile them into the mason jar, if only I had known before, we would never have bought extracts. I placed a handful (12 to be precise) in a cup of wate...
drying lichen

Lichen Tincture

The woods laid out before me is the garden in which I find my herds and medicinal plants. Just wandering among the trees I can find a multitude of useful plants just waiting for a new purpose. Supplies need...

“Golden Milk”

The Starbucks coffee lingered in my hand as I attempted to sallow the coffee flavored sugar, after going on the Paleo diet my taste buds were no longer accustomed to the taste of sugar, and at times it's overpo...

Foraging For Adventure

The last of the afternoon sun split a paths through the trees with its rays as a last effort to illuminate the woods. Aurora's small hand in mine pulled mine towards the "Ghost Trees" someplace hidden among the...