In today’s blog, I’ll share my experiences with animal identification at the farm. When I was in high school I took the hunter’s safety course, and along with it came a large proportion of study on animal identification….understandably. I remember when it was time for…
In today’s blog, I’ll share with you what happens when you don’t have power or water. There are no limits to what the imagination can conjure. Back in 2015 when we started to stay in the farm house, we lost a bit of the conveniences…
No, this isn’t a handy household cleaning tips blog about supplies you can use to keep your house sparkly clean. As the saying goes, “The best way to keep your house clean is to live outdoors.” After all, we did not buy 167 acres of…
In today’s blog, I will be talking about the resurrection of the farm house. If you want to see more pictures, join my Facebook page and simply click the “request friendship” button. I’ll be sure to add ya so you can follow along on our…
As the snow melted in that first spring in 2015, Brad, Alexander and I realized that we may have bitten off more than we could chew…… Sometimes it is truly possible to be in both shock and awe simultaneously, and at the farm, this feeling…
I am in the unique position of having the opportunity of going back in time to share the process of carving out a life at the farm with you. It allows me to go back through the photographs and articles I have written and truly…
Author’s notes: This article was originally written on April 15th, 2015. Also, ironically, it is a Friday that I am posting this…. almost exactly 4 years later. I just came across a fantastic video on Facebook of a man that stands up on a commuter…
Seriously, everything happens for a reason. I just found out late last night that I am no longer a writer for the local newspaper (I think?) as it has been shut down indefinitely (maybe?). Although I wasn’t completely dependent on the paper for my livelihood…
Well, we are diving into the world of blogging and vlogging as we move forward to the next adventure of life out at “the farm” as it has been called for years now. Ironically, there is no farm here at all; just remnants of what…