Welcome!
Welcome to this little endeavor. To figure out where we are going with this journey I will tell you a bit about my story and the grass-roots that lead me to where I am now. A lot of the reasons behind my drive and involvement in the world of health stems directly from my upbringing. Let's take a gander and see what that world looked like.
Back when my parents decided to start a family they knew there was a better, more wholesome way to live. They started with small changes like gardens and growing with organic seeds. They took every opportunity to teach us kids about the land. As we started to reach school age they decided that homeschooling us was the best option. That lead to text books and plenty of hands-on application. One year my parents turned our skylight room into a grow room. That sparked all sorts of teachings and learning. We learned to plant seeds in starter trays and how to grow them to the perfect size for transplanting. We learned about urban homesteading and how to tend to the land. One specific memory was in the summer of 1995. The year before my dad had built a huge compost bin. I'm talking dimensions of about 6ft by 5ft ! I remember being called out to help turn the compost. The smell of decomposing vegetation is nothing for the faint of heart...or stomach as it was. However there was something intriguing about how the dirt at the bottom was always warm. I remember vividly my dad grabbing my hands, taking a protesting 12 year old, and shoving my hands into the dirt so I could see first hand this wonder of decomposition! I remember thinking , " wow this dirt is so warm...and smells.... fresh!" My dad proceeded to take this opportunity to give me the "college professor's lecture" on the in's-and-out's of the molecular breakdown of decomposition. I laugh now when I look back on that moment. As I became an older teen and young adult, the adolescent pain and agony that I thought I was in at that moment, morphed into feelings of gratitude and humbleness. I was given a blessing. I grew up in unconventional ways in a very conventional world. Rain barrels on every corner gutter spout, making homemade sauerkraut, raising farm animals and my dad's home brews were just a few of the things I was blessed to learn. Mother Earth News magazines were scattered throughout the house. Books on organic gardening were outside under a large straw hat mom used while pulling weeds in the garden. This is my story. My parents legacy became my journey. This journey , my husband and I, hope to one day make a legacy that we will pass onto our daughter.
Over the last year I have opened an Etsy shop, went vegetarian, and in the last month went 97% Vegan. I consume eggs and honey when I know they have been humanely and sustainably gathered.
So come, follow us on this journey. I'll share things we know and things we learn along the way!
Welcome to this little endeavor. To figure out where we are going with this journey I will tell you a bit about my story and the grass-roots that lead me to where I am now. A lot of the reasons behind my drive and involvement in the world of health stems directly from my upbringing. Let's take a gander and see what that world looked like.
Back when my parents decided to start a family they knew there was a better, more wholesome way to live. They started with small changes like gardens and growing with organic seeds. They took every opportunity to teach us kids about the land. As we started to reach school age they decided that homeschooling us was the best option. That lead to text books and plenty of hands-on application. One year my parents turned our skylight room into a grow room. That sparked all sorts of teachings and learning. We learned to plant seeds in starter trays and how to grow them to the perfect size for transplanting. We learned about urban homesteading and how to tend to the land. One specific memory was in the summer of 1995. The year before my dad had built a huge compost bin. I'm talking dimensions of about 6ft by 5ft ! I remember being called out to help turn the compost. The smell of decomposing vegetation is nothing for the faint of heart...or stomach as it was. However there was something intriguing about how the dirt at the bottom was always warm. I remember vividly my dad grabbing my hands, taking a protesting 12 year old, and shoving my hands into the dirt so I could see first hand this wonder of decomposition! I remember thinking , " wow this dirt is so warm...and smells.... fresh!" My dad proceeded to take this opportunity to give me the "college professor's lecture" on the in's-and-out's of the molecular breakdown of decomposition. I laugh now when I look back on that moment. As I became an older teen and young adult, the adolescent pain and agony that I thought I was in at that moment, morphed into feelings of gratitude and humbleness. I was given a blessing. I grew up in unconventional ways in a very conventional world. Rain barrels on every corner gutter spout, making homemade sauerkraut, raising farm animals and my dad's home brews were just a few of the things I was blessed to learn. Mother Earth News magazines were scattered throughout the house. Books on organic gardening were outside under a large straw hat mom used while pulling weeds in the garden. This is my story. My parents legacy became my journey. This journey , my husband and I, hope to one day make a legacy that we will pass onto our daughter.
Over the last year I have opened an Etsy shop, went vegetarian, and in the last month went 97% Vegan. I consume eggs and honey when I know they have been humanely and sustainably gathered.
So come, follow us on this journey. I'll share things we know and things we learn along the way!
