Easter on the Porch Swing

Leigh —  April 21, 2014 — 1 Comment








So It Has Come to This

Leigh —  April 18, 2014 — 2 Comments

Things are happening out here, folks, and I ain’t got the time to tell you all about them.  I wish I did, but there are only so many hours in a day.  And lately, those hours are being spent hauling brush to burn piles or elbow deep in dirt, planting annuals.  This is our life now, and I’m finding that it suits me better than I anticipated.  We go to bed exhausted and wake up ready to do it all over again.

And while I’m enjoying the rural life, I realize that lately I’ve done a really crummy job of recording all our work on the property.  From what I can gather through blog stats, you guys are crazy curious to know what’s going on out here.  So I’m going to try something a little different.  I realize I am probably just setting myself up for failure, but who knows? I might actually be able to stick with it, and if I don’t, my heart was in the right place. Continue Reading…


Leigh —  April 10, 2014 — 9 Comments


IMG_8530I’m going to tell you a story, and if you currently have a house on the market, this story is going to make you hate me.  I’m sorry about that.  I really am, but this tale needs to be told because it’s just too good to keep it to myself.  Continue Reading…

To New Seasons

Leigh —  April 8, 2014 — Leave a comment

There is one upside to receiving a thousand inches of rain in one night.  It provides a perfect opportunity for creek wading the following day.IMG_9240We have two wet weather creeks on the property.  For those of you who didn’t grow up in the woods and don’t know the lingo, a “wet weather” creek only runs after a rainfall.  Most of the time, our little creeks are just sand pits with the occasional tadpole puddle in the deeper areas, but once it starts raining even just a tad, our little creeks start flowing. Continue Reading…

From Home to House

Leigh —  March 31, 2014 — Leave a comment

I haven’t been myself lately.  All this packing and unpacking has started to take it’s toll. For some reason when my house feels chaotic, my life mimics the feeling, and I get all weird inside my head.

My brain is hardwired for organization and schedules.  I like to know the plan and for everything to go according to it.  When it starts to feel like the plan isn’t going to happen, this weirdness sets in and I begin worrying about things that are completely out my control and expressing those feelings with tears, big, salty, wet tears.  I know it’s not a grown up way to deal with uncertainty, but you can’t reason with tear ducts. Continue Reading…