This is our Benjamin. At eight-years old, he has become the Chicken Charmer. Every single one of our chickens will let him hold them. Sometimes, he swears, they snuggle. Ben and Bean with Cousin Olivia – bunch of Goofballs if you ask me! Continue reading Chicken Charmer
Our animals are so happy. Scott takes such good care of them. He takes them for walks every day. Continue reading Out Walking the Field with the Animals
I It’s crazy – the bunny is so blazing white, that he’s hard to see. That is our little Bean keeping the Bunny company while everyone else was chopping wood. The mural was done by Benjamin and me (Liesl / Mom) during our first summer up here in Oregon when he was six. Continue reading Hanging out with the Bunnies
It was so much fun to bring all the pigs home, SweePea and her whole litter. They are adorable running around out back field. Continue reading The Pigs Like Their New Home
Trying to build a barn extension for the goat babies that will be here any day, is like trying to do a building project with a toddler as a helper. They are all over everything. Continue reading The Goats are Always Trying to Help
The pigs were born on Election Day 2012. Scott got to race out to Sue’s farm to help deliver the babies. Continue reading Pig Babies are Born
This was in April of 2012. We would spend most of the summer waiting to get everything in order to bring her to our farm. But we knew right away that she needed to be with us! Continue reading The Day we Met SweePea
One of the things I love about the end of one year and the beginning of another, is looking over what we accomplished and setting our sights on new goals. This year was a bit of a highlight because I don’t think we have ever done so many new things in one year. We went from city kids to country kids in 2012. At the … Continue reading A Year in Review and My Calendar Conundrum
There are more tragedies in the world than I can fathom. The truth is, our world is so connected, we cannot help but know devastating details of incidents that happen across vast distances. Which is why I have unplugged recently. The recent cruelties and losses have been horrendous. I stopped listening to the radio. I haven’t been online in quite a while. It scared me … Continue reading Regrouping and Using Curiosity & Creativity Locally
My husband had our 8-year old helping make breakfast for our Big Country Breakfast on Sunday. It was homemade biscuits with homemade gravy and scrambled eggs from our chickens. Ben was cracking the eggs and whisking them. He was adding the salt and pepper, and noticing that we are running low on salt. He suggested going to the Bonneville Salt Flats for a refill. (He … Continue reading Simplicity: How Did We Ever Forget?
There she is – in all her glory – checking out her new pig pen that we built out of an old skateboard ramp we took apart board by board (actually Joe did last summer) from a tree job my husband did. Oh – that was such a fortuitous job – because we did a partial trade for the granite sink we just put in … Continue reading The Pigs are Home! The Pigs are Home! Sweet Pea’s Finally Here!
Scott kept himself busy today working up a delicious dinner. I got home to fresh baked cookies. There were homemade hamburger buns, hamburgers and bacon from our local Butcher Shop (which only sells locally raised meat). Throw in some homemade potato chips. We had the canned jalapenos from the garden, and mayonnaise made from our own chicken’s eggs. Oh, and he made the little guys … Continue reading Home Grown. Homemade. A Little Bragging on my Man!
It is so easy to look forward to coming home again! Continue reading Morning view down our driveway
Over dinner the other night, Ben, our 8-year old, explained that this phrase was how Koko, the signing gorilla, described a Birthday Party. Ben is fascinated by gorillas, and this one in particular, and reads everything he can on the subject. This month, several bloggers are discussing our self-image, aging, the masks we wear, why we chose the Profile Picture we use – how old … Continue reading “Eat, Drink, Get Old”
