The smell of fresh wood, the sound of hammering and men working will dominate our memories of this, our first year in the place we are working to call home.
The farm, our farm, IS a lot of work; it is also a great source of joy and personal satisfaction. It’s not just the big picture of it, but the little scenes that make my heart sing. A hundred times a day these things catch me – – first my eye, then my heart. I am swept up in the beauty of it, the intimate moments that arise because we are woven together, both two-legged and four-legged, in a web of caretaking and daily living. Someone is always eager to share those moments with me.
Ask me how the house renovation is going. Go ahead. Ask me. Ask me about how … somehow .. I
I am so grateful for the barn. I cannot think of a better way to start this story of our
We are home. We have mostly worked through the inevitable fatigue and mental distortion of criss-crossing the planet and today we are
We are less than a week away from leaving on what will be the first big trip we have taken
I want the barn to be done. Done, as in moved in, lived in. Done. It is not that kind
Work is steady on the barn. It’s still all about the framing, but the roofer stopped by today with a
It’s been ten days since the start of the barn project. The concrete workers finished yesterday although they will return
We spent a big chunk of the weekend getting the inside of the barn ready for what has already begun happening
I am peeling wallpaper. There is a long, long list of things I’d rather be doing, not even taking into
The house looks quite presentable…from the front. The landscaping was refreshed about five years ago, including the driveway and sidewalk. Plus, there are
A year ago or so, I made alpaca blankets as gifts for the special people in our lives. I made
Behind and down the hill from the house sits a pole barn; a rustic structure with slatted sides, metal roof, and
We bought a house. A farm, actually. After five ambivalent years, California had had enough of us, spitting us out