Remembering summer…

Remembering when the world had color, and the air didn’t hurt my face. Ahh, breathe in the sweet memories of summer. Thankful for a toasty warm bus on these frigid nights.


Strawberries we picked.


This is the one cedar that had to come down to make room for our house. This hill looks very different now!


Barefoot cousins, playing outside the bus.


Peas from her own garden!


Enjoying the new grass after the spring floods. Can’t you just feel it between your toes?!


Joyful girl!


At one of our favorite spots, Willow River State Park, by the falls.


Chillin’ on the hill.


Oh, the sweet sunshine!


This calendula from our garden is now infused in our coconut oil/beeswax salve, and we get the sunshine joyful medicine on our skin every day!


Finding treasures in the tall grass. A perfect summer day.


Sharing the tickling joy.


Fall colors!


Hi Friends,

Tonight the forecast warns of the first frost of fall out here.  We helped my mom harvest the last of the cucumbers, peppers, squash and melons.  We built a big tent blanket around the tomato plants, hoping there will be another few weeks of warm weather after this light frost to ripen all those green fruit still on the vine.  I guess we’ll see in the morning what all survived.

Our Indiegogo fundraising campaign ended on Friday night at midnight and we successfully raised $2,190!  It is less than our original goal, but a generous amount to move forward on a classroom structure for winter.  We are so thankful for everyone’s contribution, and for the ability to take the next steps for Bluebird Hill Homestead.

As the weather gets colder, I am feeling my squirrel instincts kicking in.  We moved back in early May, and with the hubbub of getting settled and creating the framework for Bluebird Hill Homestead, we chose to not plant a garden this year.  Well, my mom did give us 30 left over tomato plants and a row of space in her garden to plant them.  We’ve been so busy though that I can’t take any credit for the fact that they have produced an amazing amount of delicious tomatoes this year.  I paid them no attention and they produced food for my family.  My mom has been canning tomatoes for several decades, along with all sorts of other food preservation, and I finally sat down to help her with it this year with the intention to actually learn something.  It was good fun peeling the skin off the scalded fruit.  The smell of stewing tomatoes is definitely a sign of fall around here.

Other than the accidentally successful tomatoes this year, I don’t have much food to harvest for my family for winter.  This year we are harvesting new friends, new inspiration, and the knowing that we are Home.  All this will feed us this winter while we gather around the fire to share stories.  We hope to share some stories with you soon, in the warm embrace of the structure we are about to create…

Stay tuned!


From the Couch

Well, we are just over a week into our Indiegogo campaign and we’ve already raised $815!  A big thank you to everyone who has contributed so far!

Karen Kasel, Jennifer Rogers, Samantha Cass, Jean Wennerlyn Johnson, Barbara Morgan, Kristina Darnell, Jody Slocum, Heidi Metro, Mindy Ranney, and all you anonymous folks!  You rock!

We’ve still got 3 weeks and a long way to go to reach our goal, so here is the direct link to the campaign, in case you haven’t seen it yet:

And another huge thank you to Allison Kuznia for putting together the beautiful Bluebird Hill Homestead video.  You can find more of her amazing photography here:

So, I am writing this from the couch today, as I am healing from a small surgery I had earlier this week to remove a cyst.  Yes, scheduling a surgery a few days after starting a fundraising campaign, not the greatest idea.  I naively thought it would be a piece of cake, and I’d be back to myself after a day or two of rest, back to my emails and getting our project up and running.

Well, yeah, it didn’t quite work out like that.  The anesthetic alone took a couple days to fully wear off, and man those narcotic pain meds, wow! they are intense.  I can see how people get addicted to those…”pain, what pain?  I don’t feel anything.”  Today is day 4 and I am still laid out on the couch.  Thankfully, I am feeling much more in my body now that I’ve stopped taking those meds.  Some comfrey (thank you, Lisa) and an ice pack, that’s all I need now.

Through the initial frustration and impatience with myself, and eventual acceptance of the much needed rest, I have been reminded of a few things about myself and my family.  First of all, we are all a little insane.  I’ve been still long enough now to witness from the couch several dance party/dress up/play dough/screaming fit/art class progressions.  The girls move from one activity to another like a herd of mosquitoes.  One moment I’ll be overcome with pride to watch them working together creating a play dough masterpiece, the next moment they are screaming bloody murder about who took the dealy-bob.  Before I can muster up the energy to roll over and say, “Hey, can you do a trade?  Find a way to work it out,” they already have.  They’ve moved on to figuring out who is going to be the dance class teacher for their next show.  What a bunch of nut jobs!

And I love them.  Maybe the narcotics haven’t fully worn off, but they are so amazing!  This is the meat of our inspiration.  This is why we are working so hard to create Bluebird Hill Homestead.  We are all amazing, including you.  We all deserve the space to play and be ourselves, and follow our passions.

We have had a few people ask us what we mean by nature connection and why it is important.  We’ll answer this more fully in another post, but for now let me just start with this:  When you look around the world today and you see all that is happening, does it feel good to you?  Our perspective is that there isn’t actually anything wrong with the world, there are just some things missing that would make the difference in having life work for everyone.  One of those things is connection.  Connection to each other and the natural world.  We don’t have any answers.  Just questions, like any mentor.  And the passion to provide an authentic space for people to explore their own connections.  That’s where the answers will come.

I hope you all are well.

Blessings, Heidi