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I just want to say from the beginning, I am NOT a vegetarian, not by any stretch.  I think there is a reason God gave us all pointy, sharp teeth, and that’s because we are made to eat meat.  Yummy, tasty protein that is good for our bodies and souls.

Why do I feel the need to say all that?  Well, we killed our first meat bird last night, and I haven’t been able to eat anything since we put it in the freezer. Continue Reading…

R.I.P. Brush Piles

Leigh —  July 11, 2014 — Leave a comment

If you’ve been paying attention around here, then you already know that we’ve had some brush piles issues on the property.   And when I use the word “issues”, I’m really using  a euphemism for “big, huge thorn in my side that seemed like it was going to be sticking it to me for the rest of my life.”  I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned it (read: complained about it) a time or two…or maybe even a dozen.

But I’ve never really written out the whole story of the brush piles and how they came into our lives. I promise I won’t spend this whole post complaining, but in order to tell the tale, there might be an teeny-tiny bit of belly-aching.  I’ll try to keep it to a minimum.  Scouts honor.

When we bought the property, it started out as just acres and acres of forest, and even though we wanted to keep it that way for the most part, we needed a driveway and a spot to put a house. So sometime around last August, we called an excavator to bring out a bunch of big machines and partially clear a portion of the land.

I must say, those machines were amazing.  It really was incredible watching them push down huge trees with hardly any effort at all.  We were all in awe of the process, but as the trees fell, we noticed that the fallen trees kept getting piled up and pushed to the edge of the woods.

We did have the sense to ask if there was another option, but the excavator just kind of shrugged us off.  He assured us that in about six months the wood would be good and dry and burn with no problem.  Since this was our first time clearing land, we didn’t know any better and just thought, “Well, those fallen trees have to go somewhere, I guess.”  But as the project wore on, they continued to pile up and up and up.  There seemed to be no good place to put all that extra wood.Brush-Pile-1 Continue Reading…

Vote Quimby

Leigh —  May 2, 2014 — 2 Comments

As a rule, I don’t like roosters. Well, let me rephrase that, I pretty much hate roosters.

Now I’m no psychologist, but I think it has something to do with my childhood and vivid memories of being attacked by a rooster everyday while feeding our chickens.  You would think that eventually my mother would have given me a different chore, but no, instead she just gave me this pearl of wisdom, “Just whack ’em with a stick.”

But it’s hard to whack a rooster when he’s coming at you from behind and you’re actually the one running around like your heads been cut off.

So…I have some issues when it comes to roosters. Continue Reading…

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…

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…