The Family Farm

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There has been a break in the passage of knowledge through the generations of my family.  The last homesteading farmer in my line died in '88, when I was 4.  I have two memories, that are more like moments really, of  my time with him. His children decided not to carry on in his footsteps, and his knowledge was lost on them. Now here I am, 29, and wishing more than anything that he could covey it to me. But he cant, so...

"I don't know nothin."

MY FAMILY

(I love em)

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So, here's a romanticized photo of our garage/ chicken coop

 It doesn't quite look this nice in real life... 

I'm working on that, though. 

Plans are in motion.

ITS BEEN SO LONG

(5 1/2 months actually)

Fisher is a little person already. Not just a squishy babe.

His daddy has him at the in laws for a few hours.

This never happens.

There are so many things I could do with this time.

But which, I cant decide. 

Definitely not spending too much time here.

Though I miss the place (and you) terribly!

best ever.

                                                                            best ever., originally uploaded by forestbound.

So we think we're gonna paint the house and out buildings red one of these days... probably a very distant day actually. I love the one pictured above! We also planted some limelight hydrangeas, but they didnt make it over the summer at the mercy of a too pregnant to care if they were thirsty lady. But with a nurseryman husband we will surely replant.

In other news, Fisherman is 2 1/2 months old and sleeps through the night. But regardless I am an ever tired mama... Trying to get my act together to reopen my shop. Im finding that I waste a heck of a lot of clay that gets dried out when fisher wont let me finish what Im doing. There never seems to be any time any more! How do you people do it? In fact, the babe I just got down is now crying again, so here I go...

THE CHICKEN COOP

(the back side)

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ANOTHER!

(my heart sings)

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Lately:

Last night a black and white striped critter (chicken) made it atop the coop- which is roughly ~10 ft tall? crazy critter. We have officially named the leader of the flock Rooster Cogburn, from one of my favorite beautiful movies; True Grit... The nursery has finally been- mostly- put together, with a long list of generous hand-me-downs and hand mades from those who think us dear... and as much as I hate it, Little Fisher slept in said room, in his own crib last night... for 6 straight hours... which upon waking just about gave this little mama a heart attack as I searched the sheets and bassinet for the babe usually sleeping by my side... Also, i want to start having people over- awkward social anxiety and all... I want to build up a community around me.... annnnd Fisher is crying so hear I go to rock and feed him- which I thoroughly truly love doing.

LITTLE FISHER GRAY

(and my boob, sorry everyone)

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...just dropping by to say hello. Life is happy but hard these days while we figure each other out. But once we're settled into the new swing of things i'll be back to share with you all... and i'll try not to post solely about the new little man...