




Don't worry, we saved this little guy from a dumpster.

And while the burn pile, eh hem, wasn't very lovely to look at, the Bradstreet Brook certainly was beautiful on Sunday.

We loaded the old casement windows onto the trailer, on top of the kitchen demo and some into the truck and then four of us carefully hauled it all off to the transfer station in the nick of time. The demo weighed in at 2,000 pounds (we literally removed a ton of crap, we joked).

We even got Mom to toss in a window and I think it was symbolic of moving on and clearing out of some of the, shall we say, messes that have perhaps accumulated around the farm? Perhaps? We won't dwell on that, however. Good things are happening at the homestead and that will be our focus. The windows are looking wonderful, for instance.


A farm, even one that has wound down to a couple of large home gardens and bees only, still has lots of activity, lots of projects that accumulate and more, some that get tagged with I'll get to that, later. Thirty-five years or more of life happens and plans get waylaid at times. A farm needs help. It needs support and it's near impossible to manage alone. Have a couple of curve balls thrown at you, like the break-in or knee surgeries, and then things can become overwhelming. That's when many hands, even many brains to do the imagining, become essential. It's a process, and it will be a slow one, to re-imagine and reclaim the farm, but with enough guidance, we should be alright.
Looks great, and what a location, I'm hoping in years to come me and my family can move to a small farm, or small holding out in the country somewhere.
ReplyDeleteYou are very lucky, it's a great place.