The Prairie Homestead

What are we sacrificing in our race towards progress?

It is a horribly helpless feeling to own land and realize you may not be able to grow food on it.

As I’ve been sorting through my recent garden woes, my brain, doing what bra...

I’ve had some pretty epic garden failures over the years, but nothing quite like this.

For those who missed it, I moved to a new property this spring. It’s not far from my old place, so I assumed the growing conditions would be somewhat similar: Same high plains. Same brutal wind. Same short growing season.

How different could it possibly be?

Letting the season get a vote…

Last week I wrote about my hot little house.

I’ve been leaning into the rhythm of opening windows at dusk, pulling the blinds before the sun heats my dining room, and embracin...