About

Why “Weathervane,” you ask? Well, it all started when my husband nicknamed me that years ago because, without fail, I check the weather apps first thing every morning to plan my day. His response? “The weather’s going to do what it’s going to do.”

True, but knowing what the weather’s up to—especially when you live in Minnesota—can give you a clue about what your day will look like. What should you wear? How many layers are required? Will the roads be icy or clear? It’s all part of the adventure.

So, when I was brainstorming names for my blog and social media presence, my husband suggested “Weathervane” and honestly, it stuck.

I live on a farm in rural SE Minnesota, and I’m a fan of weathervanes—on buildings, coffee tables, you name it! Yes, I have a decorative one on my coffee table in the garage. The garage that’s so nice, it’s too nice to park in. I’ll save that tale for another post.

This blog is a place where I want to inspire you to create simple, tasty meals with natural pantry ingredients. Oh, and by the way, we’re in the middle of a kitchen remodel, so expect the real, unfiltered truth about what that really looks like! Along the way, I’ll share tips and budget-friendly products that will make your kitchen beautiful and functional.

We’re also outdoor enthusiasts. Yes, we hunt (or, as we like to say, we harvest)—so if that’s not your thing, you might want to skip some of my wild game recipes. And, since we’ve been collecting deer sheds and antlers for years, you’ll see those pop up in our decor too! As aspiring Snowbirds, we take our Airstream south in the winter and escape to the Midwest for summer getaways. We’ll even share a few Airstreaming tips we’ve picked up along the way.

We’re almost empty-nesters, so we’re embracing both the joy and the bittersweet moments of “lasts” this year. But hey, with every ending, there’s something new around the corner! Oh, and I should mention: my husband, who’s the proud owner of four Labrador retrievers, got me a Jack Russell terrier for Christmas two years ago. His name is Tripp, and he’s my so-called “therapy dog” for when the empty nest hits. Little did I know, his joke was basically a prophecy! Tripp is spoiled rotten and rules the farm. Not even the big dogs, horses, or anything else dares to stand in his way. His favorite pastime? A Ranger ride through the pastures.

Here, we’re all about keeping it casual. No overthinking—well, I try not to overthink (though I’m a work in progress)

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