If I’m being completely honest, I have no idea when we will actually manage to move out to the farm 100%. I do know that Jeremiah said “two weeks” about a week ago, but then he spent nearly a week at his conference, and four days out of the next seven are chock full of shoeing. I also know that there is still no water to the guest house, and the bathroom isn’t finished even if there were. I’m beginning to have suspicions that we will finish things up just in time for Katie to move in and for us to start this all over again with the big house. But who knows for sure. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the four years that Jeremiah and I have been together? Don’t bet against him. Not ever. Somehow he almost always manages to accomplish more in a day than most can do in seven. He may surprise me yet.
In the meantime, I’ve been alternately stressed about moving and excited about this new chapter for us. (By the way, I packed one box while my guy was gone. One. Box.) I specifically remember a day when I was younger (probably 15), wandering up the drive to the llama barn and thinking that I would really like to own a place just like that one day. Of course, I mostly dismissed the idea, unable to come up with a future where I’d be able to afford such an amazing place anytime before my retirement. Now that’s it’s happening, I keep waiting for someone to pinch me awake.
Even so, if you’re no familiar with running a ranch or renovating a house (in our case two), you should know this: the work is infinite. You can always find something that needs to be done or purchased, and the size of the “To-Do” list is longer than the “Done” list, no matter how many things you check off. And, of course, this is on top of everything that needs to be done everyday. (Clean water buckets, feed animals, clean stalls, sweep barn…sleep, eat, work, etc)
And, on top of both of these lists, you can add mine. I have plans to add chickens to the menagerie (laying hens…in my world, broilers would invariably become useless pets…at least the laying variety will be useful pets). I plan to have a big, giant vegetable garden. I plan to add a strawberry patch. (Side Note: There is LITERALLY nothing on the planet that tastes as good as a homegrown strawberry. If you don’t have the privilege of growing some yourself, do yourself a favor and buy some from a local farmers’ market. Trust me. Your taste buds will thank you.) I have been getting super excited about composting. I have no idea why.
I keep wondering what it would look like to flash forward about 6 weeks into the future. By then, we should be living on the ranch. I will be done teaching. (Huzzah!) The chicks I plan to order at the end of this month should be in, still little fluffs living in the garage. The garden will be tilled, possibly sown. And my sweet, dear husband should be losing his mind over a whole new house full of renovations to start.
What a difference six weeks can make…
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Bless… not long now, girl! And as for honey-dos, they just keep coming. You will, sadly, never be done. But then, isn’t that what we like? A bit of a challenge? Ok. A WHOLE LOT of challenge… but you’re up for it.
Not long at all. Unless of course you’re keeping time in honey-dos… 🙂
I’m getting excited about composting and gardening and farmers’ markets again too, as I was dumping my coffee grounds in the trash today! And when you said, “Huzzah!” I thought of the Renaissance Faire and other summer funnesses!
I plan to come down again soon–and I would be happy to help with anything not involving sharp things! Yay!
No sharp things. Got it. 🙂
I remember when we moved to our first farm house that was over a 100 years old and the wind blew through with little effort. I tried every farm animal you could have. Be careful one bad winter will kill that desire.
After this winter, I think we’re golden. We hit negative thirty and still trucked out to take care of everyone. Soon, at least, it such chores won’t include an hour in the car first.
The destination is wonderful… but the journey, that is the best. Live for the journey!
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