May Days: New Life at the Homestead
After a long winter’s hush and a spring that limped in like a muddy pup straight out of an Easter snowstorm (rude, honestly), May has finally arrived, wearing her wildflower crown and smelling like hope! Around here at True North Family, we don’t just welcome the new month. We plant it, water it, and watch it stretch its sleepy arms to the sun.
🌱 The Garden Whispers Begin
The soil is stirring. Earthworms wriggle with sacred purpose (shoutout to our worm farm the unsung heroes of the garden beds), and tiny green shoots are poking through the dirt like bashful toddlers at a family reunion. The peas are climbing skyward with quiet determination, and if you lean in close enough, you just might hear the garlic whispering ancient secrets to the wind. We should be safe from vampires for a while… unless they’re garlic-tolerant.
But let’s be clear—we’re not just growing food.
We’re growing legacy. And that, friends, takes root in the soul.
Generations in Motion
May reveals the poetry of multigenerational living like no other month. Papa is out doing what his body allows—fiddling with tools, fixing what needs fixing, and bestowing those quiet, gritty life lessons in the way only he can. Grams is turning the craft room into a kaleidoscope of yarn, glitter, and joy, where little hands make art, and big imaginations run free. Ashlin is out building fences and doctoring baby chicks like some sort of homestead superhero (cape optional, boots essential).
And Gigi? She's in full-on juggle mode—camera in one hand, mason jar iced coffee in the other—trying to document every sweet, chaotic second while navigating the ever-delicate dance between farm life and work life.
Every hand here builds something:
a garden bed,
a family bond,
a memory.
🧹 Spring Cleaning of the Soul
There’s something about May that stirs both the dust and the spirit. It makes you want to sweep off the porch and the cobwebs in your heart. Which is why, on the first of every month, you’re likely to see Gigi and Ashlin making their quiet rounds, laying salt along the property lines and doorways for protection, blowing cinnamon across thresholds for abundance.
It’s a sacred rhythm; ancient, earthy, and rooted in intention. A reminder that tending the spirit is just as vital as tilling the soil. Just as we build fences to protect what grows, we draw quiet, sacred lines around our hearts and homes, spiritual boundaries that keep the good in and the chaos out.
And as we walk those lines, we call in our ancestors. Those whose hands built before ours, whose prayers still echo in our bones and guide our steps. We ask them to stand guard, to hold the line with us, unseen but ever present. These are not walls, but woven hedges of prayers from those seen and unseen, where peace begins and noise ends.
In that space, everything true has room to bloom.
We’ve been talking a lot lately about slowing down and savoring—how not every task needs to be a race, and not every day needs to be productive to be precious. The chickens don’t rush, and they’re doing just fine.
So here’s to soft mornings,
to muddy boots by the back door,
to fresh eggs and full hearts.
🌟 What’s Coming Up This Month at True North:
🪵 Storytime Sunday — Our very first family interview with Papa (bring tissues and maybe a notepad—his stories are pure gold) 🌻
🌱 Mystery Veggie Patch — The kids are plotting surprise crops, and if Gigi and Lash have their way, we might just add a few more animals to the homestead. Send prayers. Or fencing supplies.
🎨 Grams’ Mother’s Day Crafts — Handmade treasures and sticky fingers incoming. (Glue sticks, beware.) Joe RUN there might be glitter involved.
You with us?
Let’s grow slow, love deep, live loud, and hug each other tighter and longer.
Life’s too short not to linger in the good stuff.
Drop a comment or send a smoke signal (just kidding, use the contact page) if you're riding this wild and wonderful journey with us.
With muddy hands and hearts wide open,
—The True North Family