Losing a Little Farm Cred
Living on this little farm is an ongoing exercise in Things I Am Not Prepared For. Or, in this case, Things I Thought I Was
Living on this little farm is an ongoing exercise in Things I Am Not Prepared For. Or, in this case, Things I Thought I Was
Well, it’s been a crazy couple of weeks, but the upside of spending my evenings trying to get that damned vegetable garden under control is that…
Of all the things I talked about working on over my “break” a couple of weeks ago, the vegetable garden was noticeably absent. Or, as I’ve
If truck engines and bees, and then planting a small vineyard and a new garden in front of the house weren’t enough… I also celebrated
I know some people like throwing horseshoes or beanbags around, but out here if I’m going to throw something at a target it’s going to
The first part of my vacation (well, really just the first day) was all about reorienting myself to what’s been going on around here. Spring
One of my favorite traditions around here–my “gift” to myself, if you will– is that around my birthday I take some time off from my
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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