So I’m restarting my blog after a long layoff and I’m trying not to be a perfectionist about it.
I wrote some stuff, I wandered away, and now I’m writing stuff again.
This is fine because the world is still full of magic.
I know because I found my farm.
It’s 10 acres. It has a big bank barn that was built in the 1830s. The “new” part of the house also dates from the 1830s, and the original part – with the big cooking hearth – was built in 1800.
Basically it’s badass.
We’ve been here for about a year and a half and so far we have horses and chickens. Plus the dogs and cats, of course. I’ve discovered that as soon as you buy a farm everybody has adoptable animals for you. We’ve acquired two cats and two dogs this way (from separate people).
One day a random guy stopped on the side of the road and asked me if I could take a goat off him. It wasn’t his goat. It was just hanging around his yard and he couldn’t catch it. He said if I could catch it, I could take it.
What a sweet deal.
I thought hard about it, but then I lost their address, which he had scrawled down on a scrap of paper and I put in a random pocket. It’s just as well because random strangers offering goats by the side of he road is no basis for a system of government. Or something.
So 10 acres, a giant barn, a few other buildings, and a 1/4 acre established vineyard. That was a good start. We spent last winter renovating the house and adding run ins and a riding ring for the horses.
I’m settling in to the idea that I can have some peace now. My brain and heart are still set to chaos mode, so that’s harder than it sounds.
Still here, still figuring it all out.
