So here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure.
Friday, 31 March 2017
Some pictures of our property
I was hungover today so I really didn't do anything aside from rescue Bella from a pen that she got herself into.
Thursday, 30 March 2017
The glow never really left us
Though I mentioned earlier that we had lost the glow of new farm owners, I was wrong. 
Today was a shit show of misery, the cabinets were aweful, I had to tear it out and do it again, we pulled up carpet to discover extensive mildew/mould. Bella chewed up my sanding tools which resulted in an uprising of fury at a puppy that I didn't know myself capable of.
I spent the day in awe of the amount of things that could go wrong in such a small amount of time. But tonight we saw the northern lights, first from the driveway and then we just watched them through our big bay window. We watched the dogs play under the green lights and once again found ourselves commenting on just how happy we are to be here, despite it all.
I attempted to capture the lights with my phone, but clearly failed so please do relish in the glory of this black square.
Wednesday, 29 March 2017
Sunshine, star shine and so much poop
We've been on the farm for five days. The road of mud leading to the house has taught me two things; 1. Hardrdcore mud boots are an absolute necessity, I had to buy some insulated steel toe muck boots yesterday, my little cute rain boots have no place here.
2. If I would like continue to drive my little car I must leave early in the morning when the ground is still frozen and only come back again at night. So I imagine a big ole truck is in my near future.
I thought by now we'd have little chicks and a yak or two but I guess I forgot that although it's spring in the rest of BC it's still winter here. So my yak/chicken/goat dreams will have to wait. (Side note, y'all ever tried to shovel year old frozen sheep poop out of a barn? Farm life is tough)
We've now lost the glow of new farm owners and are very much realizing how much work the house needs. If you don't hear from us it's because we've killed each other in the midst of this complete kitchen/bedroom/living room/dining room renovation. Before we moved I was all, "yeah we can live in a construction zone that's fine. It's only fine if you've already lived in the place now we've just got boxes, saws, paint tools etc strewn about and there's only one spoon that we can find, so we've had to learn to share. I've spent the last two days elbow deep in paint trying to make the dingy 70's cabinets into charming vintage farmhouse chic cabinets. The struggle is real.
There was a time in my life when I wouldn't even entertain the idea of sleeping outside but I've now learned that it is entirely possible to fall in love with a night sky. There are constellations we can see from our porch that I didn't even know existed. I'm actually looking forward to summer when we can explore the land and spend some time under those stars. It's beautiful in the day here too, when the sun is out and we can sit on the porch looking out at the property. It makes me feel like Mufasa from the Lion King. "Everything the light touches is our kingdom." The other day it was sunny and warm, I took a nap on the porch. The times they are a changin'.
We haven't yet been able to access much of the land as the snow is still way past my knees. The dogs however are having the time of their lives. We often sit inside and just watch Rocky and Bella frolicking through the snow, they love to dig up "treasures" to eat. Mostly dear poop. I truthfully didn't ever expect "put down that poop!" To be such a frequent visitor in my vocabulary.
So far we're still happy here and we've only asked each other a few times each day why we did this.
2. If I would like continue to drive my little car I must leave early in the morning when the ground is still frozen and only come back again at night. So I imagine a big ole truck is in my near future.
I thought by now we'd have little chicks and a yak or two but I guess I forgot that although it's spring in the rest of BC it's still winter here. So my yak/chicken/goat dreams will have to wait. (Side note, y'all ever tried to shovel year old frozen sheep poop out of a barn? Farm life is tough)
We've now lost the glow of new farm owners and are very much realizing how much work the house needs. If you don't hear from us it's because we've killed each other in the midst of this complete kitchen/bedroom/living room/dining room renovation. Before we moved I was all, "yeah we can live in a construction zone that's fine. It's only fine if you've already lived in the place now we've just got boxes, saws, paint tools etc strewn about and there's only one spoon that we can find, so we've had to learn to share. I've spent the last two days elbow deep in paint trying to make the dingy 70's cabinets into charming vintage farmhouse chic cabinets. The struggle is real.
There was a time in my life when I wouldn't even entertain the idea of sleeping outside but I've now learned that it is entirely possible to fall in love with a night sky. There are constellations we can see from our porch that I didn't even know existed. I'm actually looking forward to summer when we can explore the land and spend some time under those stars. It's beautiful in the day here too, when the sun is out and we can sit on the porch looking out at the property. It makes me feel like Mufasa from the Lion King. "Everything the light touches is our kingdom." The other day it was sunny and warm, I took a nap on the porch. The times they are a changin'.
We haven't yet been able to access much of the land as the snow is still way past my knees. The dogs however are having the time of their lives. We often sit inside and just watch Rocky and Bella frolicking through the snow, they love to dig up "treasures" to eat. Mostly dear poop. I truthfully didn't ever expect "put down that poop!" To be such a frequent visitor in my vocabulary.
So far we're still happy here and we've only asked each other a few times each day why we did this.
Sunday, 12 March 2017
It starts
Sitting here in my half packed home with endless running water and a fridge full of happily prepackaged store bought foods I can't help but wonder if I'm in over my head. For most of my life I've had two entirely conflicting dreams.
1. To live in a gloriously big city in a small condo with no lawn to maintain and no harsh winters to contend with
2. To have at least two giant breed dogs and grow/raise enough food to feed myself and my pups
The difficulty there is that you cannot have both of those things at the same time.
I fell in love with a man whose dream it was to have a large enough piece of land to build his own home, grow his own food, raise his own livestock and do all of that in an entirely sustainable off grid manner.
This brings us here, in ten days we will move with our two giant breed dogs out of our home in a medium sized city on a suburban street with all the comforts of municipal living and into a small 70's mobile home on 160 acres. We will have to haul our own water, and our sewer is a lagoon far behind the home. Our heat is provided by a tank of propane (heaven help me if we ever let it run out). We will be a 40 minute drive out of this northern town in which I know no one and have no job lined up. I am about to embark on a new life as a stay at home farm wife.
Our plan is to build a sustainable farm, slowly but surely. We aim to consume mainly what we ourselves can harvest and create.
I have always been a consumer not a creator or provider. I find endless joy in strapping on a sky high set of heels, getting a new set of acrylics and spending a day at the spa. I find myself equal parts excitedly researching growing methods and overcome with fear of no longer having hour long baths just for fun.
I chose to blog my search for the afore mentioned endless joy in a new set of activities as a way to document but also as a way to soothe my anxieties.
1. To live in a gloriously big city in a small condo with no lawn to maintain and no harsh winters to contend with
2. To have at least two giant breed dogs and grow/raise enough food to feed myself and my pups
The difficulty there is that you cannot have both of those things at the same time.
I fell in love with a man whose dream it was to have a large enough piece of land to build his own home, grow his own food, raise his own livestock and do all of that in an entirely sustainable off grid manner.
This brings us here, in ten days we will move with our two giant breed dogs out of our home in a medium sized city on a suburban street with all the comforts of municipal living and into a small 70's mobile home on 160 acres. We will have to haul our own water, and our sewer is a lagoon far behind the home. Our heat is provided by a tank of propane (heaven help me if we ever let it run out). We will be a 40 minute drive out of this northern town in which I know no one and have no job lined up. I am about to embark on a new life as a stay at home farm wife.
Our plan is to build a sustainable farm, slowly but surely. We aim to consume mainly what we ourselves can harvest and create.
I have always been a consumer not a creator or provider. I find endless joy in strapping on a sky high set of heels, getting a new set of acrylics and spending a day at the spa. I find myself equal parts excitedly researching growing methods and overcome with fear of no longer having hour long baths just for fun.
I chose to blog my search for the afore mentioned endless joy in a new set of activities as a way to document but also as a way to soothe my anxieties.
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