Finally, after months of driving back and forth from Georgia to Tennessee; after moving and moving and moving some more; after countless loads of junk in the pickup...it's done. The Georgia house is empty and clean, keys returned, address changed,and all is right with the world.
Pffftttt! Or not. The TN house is just the opposite of the Georgia house at this point. FULL and dirty. Quite full. This house is...modest. it's substantially smaller than any place we've ever lived...and right now, it's housing 12 years of accumulated junk. We did SOME purging, but not nearly enough.
Add to the general clutter of the place the general cacophony of the baby ducks (and the smell, ye gods, the smell), the dogs, the cat, and the mama and baby rabbits we have in the bathroom until it's a little warmer outside...well, it just makes it seem that much more full.
Did I mention the stink of the ducklings? Holy cow. I had NO idea such tiny, little balls of cute could work up such a horrendous stench. I have no clue how they do it. The wee-littles are moving to the well-house post-haste, allowing me to reclaim my living room and de-stinkify my mornings.
All in all, a good week so far though. Aside from the mountain of unpacking and moving, things seem to be going well. It seems, however, that there is an inordinate amount of clutter and crap to clean up.
So, one step at a time. It will all get done.
It looks like spring finally decided to stick around, too! Goats and chickens are flourishing in the warmer weather, apple and pear trees are showing some green, mama bluebird is hard at work feeding the babies, and the variety of birds at my feeders has grown over the last few weeks.
I have a lot on my plate these days for sure...here's hoping I can keep my head above water and actually pull it off. Now, time to get to work....right after I finish this cup of coffee!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Moving Day!!
Moving day came and went with little incident. Except, oh yeah, it SNOWED. All day. And sleeted a bit for kicks. Our little cabin is bursting with furniture now and hardly navigable, but it's starting to feel like home.
After we finished unloading, we returned the Uhaul and set out to find our first round bale of hay. After a few months of buying nothing but square bales, getting a round bale felt like finding the Grail. We paid 40 bucks(!) for one round bale, where before we'd been spending 35 bucks on 4 square bales...which only lasted two weeks. It was nirvana.
After a successful search and seizure of the elusive round bale, we hit the feed store to buy chicks! I love chicks, with their fluff and their peeps and their inquisitive, beady little black eyes. I was stoked. We approached the feed store, giddy with anticipation, only to find...ducks. No chicks?!?! Ah, cruel, cruel fate! So, after much sighing and frowning and cursing our fate at not going on chick delivery day, we...bought ducks! Four of the fluffiest, peepiest, beady-eyed little balls of cute I've ever seen now reside, cozily in our makeshift brooder/55 gallon aquarium.
Now, I'm back in Georgia, packing all the crap that doesn't ever seem to have a place in a box with any of the other crap you pack. And cleaning. I had no idea what a dirty person I am until I started cleaning. I have two days to get this place whipped into shape and then the adventure begins in earnest!
After we finished unloading, we returned the Uhaul and set out to find our first round bale of hay. After a few months of buying nothing but square bales, getting a round bale felt like finding the Grail. We paid 40 bucks(!) for one round bale, where before we'd been spending 35 bucks on 4 square bales...which only lasted two weeks. It was nirvana.
After a successful search and seizure of the elusive round bale, we hit the feed store to buy chicks! I love chicks, with their fluff and their peeps and their inquisitive, beady little black eyes. I was stoked. We approached the feed store, giddy with anticipation, only to find...ducks. No chicks?!?! Ah, cruel, cruel fate! So, after much sighing and frowning and cursing our fate at not going on chick delivery day, we...bought ducks! Four of the fluffiest, peepiest, beady-eyed little balls of cute I've ever seen now reside, cozily in our makeshift brooder/55 gallon aquarium.
Now, I'm back in Georgia, packing all the crap that doesn't ever seem to have a place in a box with any of the other crap you pack. And cleaning. I had no idea what a dirty person I am until I started cleaning. I have two days to get this place whipped into shape and then the adventure begins in earnest!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
And So It Begins...
Here's the skinny:
After many years of talking, discussing, dreaming, and generally putzing through life, my old man and I finally said, "Screw you, normal, we're gonna move to the mountains and start our farm...finally". And here we are. He's been here for a few months; i'm moving up permanently next week. Our goats are here, our chickens are here, our rabbits are here, one dog and the cat are here. Everything's here already...except me. Soon to be remedied!!
We have 5 acres and a tiny cabin, a temporary goat pen (which the hens have become quite fond of), chicken (yard is too strong a word...it implies too much space) pen, awesome garden, mountains all around, there's even a natural spring out back! I'll be *drumroll* staying home. Yep. Housewife. Farmwife. Homemaker. General-Doer-of-All-Things-Domestic. Gardener. Farmer. Livestock wrangler. Poop shoveller. Compost turner. And lots of other stuff i can't think of right now.
So, stay tuned folks. I'm sure hilarity will ensue as we journey down our own path to self-sufficiency and independence.
After many years of talking, discussing, dreaming, and generally putzing through life, my old man and I finally said, "Screw you, normal, we're gonna move to the mountains and start our farm...finally". And here we are. He's been here for a few months; i'm moving up permanently next week. Our goats are here, our chickens are here, our rabbits are here, one dog and the cat are here. Everything's here already...except me. Soon to be remedied!!
We have 5 acres and a tiny cabin, a temporary goat pen (which the hens have become quite fond of), chicken (yard is too strong a word...it implies too much space) pen, awesome garden, mountains all around, there's even a natural spring out back! I'll be *drumroll* staying home. Yep. Housewife. Farmwife. Homemaker. General-Doer-of-All-Things-Domestic. Gardener. Farmer. Livestock wrangler. Poop shoveller. Compost turner. And lots of other stuff i can't think of right now.
So, stay tuned folks. I'm sure hilarity will ensue as we journey down our own path to self-sufficiency and independence.
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