I’m still here…
and I’m OK.
Thank you to those who have reached out to check on me.
We’re on the home stretch here with this sweet baby due in less than six weeks and the strong, spring demands of farm life.
But can you believe it? It’s almost over but as every Momma knows those last six weeks can feel like an eternity. I have such anticipation about holding this new little one in my arms. Smelling him. Loving on him. And in my quiet, free moments, truth be told, I haven’t really felt like blogging. My mind is a flurry of thoughts and I haven’t felt that outpouring… that need to write.
I find myself at such an amazing place in life that I haven’t quite known how to share it or what to say.
My days are full and long and blessed. Little voices surround me all day long – my mother’s cup is overflowing…. the farm is in full swing, just knowing the cookbook, after all those months of work is done and available brings me such pride and contentment, the doTERRA biz is slowly becoming our main source of income and we find ourselves with guests here all the time who are excited… some, dare I say desperate to learn about how to safely use essential oils, the garden is growing and the flowers are already blessing us with amazing color (considering we just had snow five or six weeks ago).
Silly me. I feel finally grown up and arrived.
This is officially our last year on Half-Way Farm as we mentally prepare for the big move next summer. We’re giddy. The dream boards are in progress and dinner time sharing revolves around what our new farm will be like. Always with Julien’s input that he wants a donkey.
This year we’ve scaled back the garden a bit to just the Potager (and that’s about 2000 square feet and that’s plenty for Miss Prego Pants). The field garden we are turning back to grass and it’s now home to our two new successful ventures for the year:
Pigs and Bees.
We tried our hand at bees last year and it was a bust but this year we find ourselves completely enchanted with the thousands of inhabitants of our new hives.
Watching them work is like a tranq. They are truly amazing.
The apiary… “Angela’s Apiary” is a source of wonder for all of us. It’s so simple… just the tall grasses and the hives, painted in ombré teal, complete with copper roofs. Mais bien sur.
We are beyond excited to harvest our own honey this fall and praying for continued success so we can have, even just a little, for ourselves before we get the bees settled in for winter. We are all officially addicted, loving the learning curve and will keep bees for the rest of our lives.
And the piggies. “Pig Will and Pig Won’t” Named after the Richard Scary book my mom used to read to use as children. About six or seven weeks ago I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. It was time for us to learn something new and so I hopped on Craigslist and low and behold, found a great source for feeder pigs about an hour from here.
So, like any NORMAL pregnant woman I lined the back of the truck with heavy paper, had kiddo load up the animal crates and we went for a long drive. With me peeing in a farmer’s field half-way there. Like any normal pregnant woman.
It’s been hard to find feeder pigs around here and while I had my heart set on Old Spots, they are sooooooo hard to find and so we “settled” for our second choice – Berkshires. Introducing the children to yet another aspect of homesteading is always so amazing. Watching their wonder for the first few minutes and then within an hour, we all feel like pros.
I remember the first time I held a chicken about five years ago. NOT being an animal person, it was terrifying. Good heavens, I wore GLOVES to gather my eggs that first morning. Then a few years later it was living on the edge and bringing baby goats home. And then you’re cutting the head off a chicken… and then you butcher your first rabbit Christmas morning… and then you’re helping your beloved goats give birth… and then you’re handling twenty thousand bees like it’s no big deal… and then you’re loading pigs in your Yukon…
And you look back and think – WOW.
You can grow, you can change as a person, you can do your own thing. Say yes to what you want to say yes to. Say no to what you want to say no to. And with a little fight, you can get to a really good place in life by the Grace of God.
That kid of sums up kind of where I’m at.
Fighting a little every day and savoring the presence of the cherished people at my side.
PS: I’d love for you to follow on Instagram (see right sidebar) for daily farm updates and inspiration!