In The Garden: Pickles & Dilly Beans
I feel like the only appropriate way to start this post is with an admission: I have no idea what the eff I’m doing in
I feel like the only appropriate way to start this post is with an admission: I have no idea what the eff I’m doing in
Ten years of DIY has taught me a lot of things, but the longest running lesson is how to keep myself going when I’m feeling
When I bought this old house I was prepared for a lot of things. I was prepared for the plumbing and electrical to be shit.
Yesterday, I thought my property contained a lot of wood. There’s the barn wood stored in the pole barn. The wood my dude just salvaged
For as much as I cook things that include copious amounts of garlic, oddly, it never occurred to me that I could plant and harvest
So, I built a thing. Inside my actual house. This hasn’t happened recently because ever since the snow thawed (yeah, I’m still talking about The
It’s Sunday night and I just sat down to write about all of the things I built this weekend (okay, fine, the two things I
Most of the time I like to hole up on the farm like a hermit in all of the hours that I’m not at my
You might have gotten the impression that all I do lately is clean like a boss (and use my tractor to set off big explosives),
Not to be confused with Partying & Bathrooms, which has a whole other connotation if you were ever 21 and stupid. Since these days I
Freedom may be one of the most compelling parts of farm life. Well, that and the view… I feel like I have the best of
Okay, Day 2 of my 10 Day challenge to get my shit together in this house. I’ve got some momentum going from tackling the mudroom
I’m taking my cleaning and organizing adventure in the same order I walk through the house everyday, which means I’m starting with this room… To
I'm not interested in a mediocre life. I'm here to kick ass or die.
Back in 2004 I started writing about my adventures in fixing up houses on the internet. A lot of things have changed since then, with me, with my houses, and with the internet. These days I am basically a cranky old man trapped in a slightly less old woman’s body. The internet has changed and I am staunchly refusing to change with it. You won’t find any algorithms here, or feeds, or ads, or social media. Just good old-fashioned stories about a woman drinking beer and building shit, and living an unexpected life.
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