
Wildlife Interlude & The Last Lessons of the Year
Listen, just ’cause I drank one bottle of wine and sang a Christmas carol about my power tools does not mean we’re done talking about
Listen, just ’cause I drank one bottle of wine and sang a Christmas carol about my power tools does not mean we’re done talking about
There was once a girl who believed that an old, broken-soled pair of work boots and some bright purple Uggs could get her through almost
Yes. That’s a word. I totally made it up and it does, in fact, make it even harder to take myself seriously. But then again,
Demo on the master bath is, well, occurring at the very moment I’m writing this. Goodbye black mirrors. Goodbye oddly designed vanity. Goodbye upright coffin
Has December picked anyone else up by the scruff of their neck and drop-kicked them into the middle of Holiday craziness, or is that just
It’s hard to believe I’m closing in on my second year working on the Liberty House, and if I’m going to be honest, I kind
Last week I wrote a really touching and sentimental post about how grateful I am for the farm, and then I was like, “Seriously? If
No matter which way you slice it– by man-hours (235), weight (74,000 pounds), number of dumpsters (4), or amount of alcohol consumed in order to
Over the weekend I finally got around to cleaning out all of those raised beds I built and grew an overwhelming amount of tomatoes in
Do you guys know how many swear words I use every single time I have to install a door by myself? Pretty much all of
Well, this happened… Pretty sure that three weeks ago I was working outside in a tank-top. Yep. Definitely was. I’d be surprised, but this is
For the last month or so I’ve been doing that thing you do when an odd smell suddenly appears in one of the rooms of
The pasture fence may actually qualify as the most overwhelming project of 2013, which was completely unexpected because the pasture fence that MysteryMan and I
A few weeks ago when my mom and I were drinking bottles of wine ah, working on the pasture fence, we got the bright idea
Probably the most important item on my “prep for winter” list was to stock up on hay for the donkeys. Since they came to the
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