Let me start by saying that I have had mixed feelings about my veggie garden, pretty much since I put the first beds in six years ago. Because, first of all, this was not supposed to be a six year project. Also,

This thing… I’m not sure if I’ve had a single project on the farm that has brought me such varying levels of joy, frustration, and what the actual fuck. (That was the “what the actual fuck” part, in case that was unclear.)

Last year I used the word “manageable” to describe spring on the farm, and, I mean… that’s hilarious. I didn’t know that was even an adjective that existed in my vocabulary related to spring on the farm. But, to be fair, I

Remember how I was on a cabinet building kick a few months ago? My energy level–and that magical ability to knock together a cabinet on a whim using nothing but some scrap wood and a bottle of wine–came to an abrupt halt

Can I just start by saying, holy shit… year seven? I mean, what the hell have I been doing for the last seven years? (Besides digging post holes, because… obviously.) Here’s what’s crazy about that. 1.) I am way older than I realized.

Well, technically, it’s really a girl, her tent, and another 30 lbs of gear strapped to her back (while she hikes up a mountain) but who’s counting, really? (Uh. I am, you guys. I am counting Every. Single. Ounce. in that pack,

2018 was a weird year for a lot of reasons, one of which was THERE WAS NO LIST. … I know, right? This farm has basically operated on a big list written on a big chalkboard for the last, oh, five years.

Here’s the thing. While I like being strong, I don’t think I’ve ever walked into a day (or month, or year) and said, “You know what? I’d like this year to make me a stronger person.” Better? Yes. Better is easy. Better

The only appropriate way to follow that title is this: Hell. Yes.  The last weeks of 2018 were nothing short of a gift. An incredible time when I had the time, the energy, and all the materials to spend all my evenings out

Okay, listen, to be fair, it’s a mostly finished window seat. And at this exact moment in time–the moment where I’m on a roll building assorted cabinetry, and my mom and I are having a blast working between our two houses on

It turns out there are good and bad things about the Lake House in November. The bad thing is that it legitimately is too cold to spend all of the daylight hours out on the kayaks. The good news is, since I’m

The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of big changes, new projects, a very cold learning curve, oh, and snow… Because why not, Michigan. So, here’s the deal. My mom and I took possession of the lake house a little less

Oh, hey, look what we’re talking about again… the second longest running bathroom remodel in the history of houses I’ve owned. (Technically there was a bathroom in my first house that didn’t have trim around the door for four whole years, so

I spent the better part of last year trying to convince myself not to build a climbing wall out in my barn, and then in October, I finally gave into the impulse and started, well, this… (That is not the appropriate way

It only took six years, but I think I’ve finally figured out how to manage spring on the farm without completely losing my shit, and it only requires two things: Do not get new animals. Do not get new plants. (For all

To be fair, I’m not sure that getting a project 90% of the way done in this house is a “miracle” by any stretch, but this bathroom in particular has been sucking the life out of me one rotten layer of subfloor