A Week of Farm Work
I’m on “vacation” from my day-job this week, which, naturally, means I have a list of projects to tackle on the farm that even my
I’m on “vacation” from my day-job this week, which, naturally, means I have a list of projects to tackle on the farm that even my
Through all of the snow, and plowing, and shoveling, and the general freezing-off of our collective ass this Winter, everyone on the farm dreamed of
You guys! Right?! I feel like words are superfluous at this point and that my feelings of joy can only be expressed through the art
This is the best Friday of the year so far because it started with a trip to the lumber yard. Twenty-six fence posts, fifteen bags
I’d like to pretend like I was a total badass this weekend and finished ALL OF THE THINGS. But. Ah. If we’re going to be
One of my very favorite dudes on the planet happens to own a bar– The Wurst Bar, in fact–and knows me well enough to
I keep telling myself I haven’t turned into a crazy chicken-lady (I haven’t… right?) but lately the Nugs have been top-of-mind, what with the building
It turns out there are a lot of theories on when to move young chickens in to an established flock. Some say you’ll know when
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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