For better or for worse, these are my people, they are my heart and I’m beyond blessed to call them my family.
Lately, little encounters with my kids have spoken volumes to my soul.
Like most people, Memorial Day traditionally marks the start of summer to me. I think of cookouts and watermelon and swim time. But each year, I try to take a few minutes to reflect on the real meaning of the holiday.
To get my feet wet and learn about hydroponics, I purchased a complete aeroponic system for growing hydroponic crops, which grew lettuce fast and effortlessly.
Since our family eats so many vegetables, I decided to start growing our own via hydroponics to avoid the typical obstacles of disease, pests and nature.
To round out my content a little better and to give a more complete perspective into daily life at our Hobson Homestead, I’ve enlisted a new contributor.
It’s been a full and wonderful December as we anticipate Christmas Day, Jesus’ birthday.
I love getting our family pictures done every year—freezing the moment in our chaotic little world and remembering my kids at their current stages.
It’s well into fall and the school year, but I’m still finding my groove as the busyness of this season of life ebbs and flows.