So, here’s a thing… in two weeks there is going to be a film crew at my house, ostensibly to shoot some footage of me building an outdoor table to go under the finished pergola in my back yard. Ah….. Well. So.

There’s nothing like a week off of the day job to make a girl think life is pretty effing easy, and then a week (or two) back at work to remind her that… no. It’s definitely not. Farm life is many things:

Well, so, here’s the thing. I have a whole post on farm updates that I’ve been working on for you–but it was feeling a little lame to write which is usually a sign that it’s going to be lame to read– and

Okay, so there is no hope of starting this post with some clever opening line because I just can’t wait to show you guys something… WHAT. Holy. Shit. I just… Can we just… DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT THIS LOOKED LIKE FOUR WEEKS

Otherwise known as VACATION. Right? I have this week “off work” which is a bit of a misnomer when you live in a half-torn-up house on a farm. I’m not off “work” I’m just off my day-job for a week… but you

You know, I measure most days (and weeks, and months) in lists of shit that I did not get done. In projects that take longer than I thought, or days when my time and energy need to be spent elsewhere. I keep lists on my phone,

Do you know what is the worst? Starting off blog posts. I’ve been doing this shit for ten years (eleven? It may be eleven years at this point, I don’t even know…) and I still spend an inordinate amount of time starting

Here’s the honest-to-god truth about living on the farm: Shit happens. A lot of time we’re talking about actual, literal shit (so many animals, you guys, and so much poop), but there’s also a lot of metaphorical shit, and also a lot

Oh, guys. I hate this. I mentioned last week that Doc is showing signs of founder– probably from overindulging on spring grass–so I’ve restricted the donkeys to a very small part of the pasture, and I also bought these… Muzzles. So my

So, listen, you don’t buy a farm with a 150 year old house and pick up fun little hobbies like “drywalling” and “tearing bathrooms apart” if you like life to be easy. I’ve never been interested in easy. And, with few exceptions,

Here’s a thing you can count on: when a 30-yard dumpster shows up in my yard…some shit is about to go down. Or, if we’re going to get all literal about it, some shit is about to get torn down… For example,

Spring on the farm is in full swing these days, as evidenced by ALL OF THE THINGS that are happening around here right now: planting, growing, building, major weed management, fat donkeys, and… babies! Okay, there are no babies yet, but a

I’m just going to ruin the suspense of this post and tell you guys that, no, it does not end with me pulling a bee stinger out of my neck. So, we could say that beekeeping has become significantly less, ah, exciting, since

This year my friends and family were on point with their birthday gifts, especially since, when asked, I could not tell you one thing that I actually need on this farm (other than more hours in the day, and more days before