We have spent many days working outside from dawn to dusk while others our age are golfing, playing cards, and taking life easy. For us, there is immense fulfillment in growing our food.
Along with the land came a house, along with the house came a disgusting basement.
We knew about most of the junk that came with the farm, but something nasty happened to us that we weren’t prepared for.
We have an unusual holiday dessert tradition.
It was a house that most women would run from, but somehow, I was blind to the mess.
Free Starbucks coffee grounds have a variety of uses around the home and garden.
We were continually working either in the city or on the farm, and loving every moment of it.
The amount and type of junk would overwhelm anyone, but we persisted in the cleanup, and now our land is lookin’ good!
I noticed a tall, bushy weed just where Larry had cleared the thistles. What was that ugly plant?
We were bone-weary with no place to relax.
We married young and moved to the city, where jobs and responsibilities to our four children choked out dreams of any other lifestyle.
We are not impulsive people. We are also opposites, so it is not like us to both want the same thing and at the same time. Yet, here we were, both wanting to buy a piece of land that we had only read about on the internet. Twenty acres with a small red barn.
The first year of our hobby farm continued.
I started hanging clothes five years ago, shortly before we bought the farm, and I just can’t go back to using the dryer again.
The farm was a disaster, but we were out to save it - one weekend at a time.