While snapping pictures of the sunset a few weeks ago, the kids kept running into the frame. Though dark and a bit burry, I love how it captures their profiles along with my favorite time of night.
Our 800 square foot cabin. Long story as to how all six of us fit, why the heck we would want to fit and everything else in between…for another post;)
But everyone has their limits and after nearly three years, my considerate husband saw I am reaching mine;) We’re adding on!!
May not look like much, but this is going to add 300 square feet with real laundry/mud room, bedroom for the only girl, E. and a school room/office.
Alan and Big Jerry rock it every Saturday at A.D.Acres!
Reused/repurposed/upcycled plywood, woohoo!
Clean shaven…just because.
He does everything, (but carpet).
An idea of the space. Where Alan is standing will soon be a doorway to the rest of the house.
Hmm, by the size of this child, we’ll need to be adding on to the other side of the house soon;)
We breed AKC English Springer Spaniels here at A.D.Acres and have one litter a year. Springers are just wonderfully rounded dogs, perfect for most any walk of life. But that’s for another post when the puppies are looking for new homes;)
Meet Riley who I named after one of my favorite folk songs titled, Bold Riley expertly sung by The Wailin’ Jenny’s. Why would I name my dog after a sentimantal sea chanty oozing with heartbreak, telling the story of two lovers having to part, perhaps forever? I don’t know. I just really like old, moody songs. Does there really have to be good reasoning behind how I named my dog? And anyway, just look at him! How could you not be a dog lover and crazy about Springers?!
Riley is ten months and we hope will prove to be a good sire for our upcoming litters. He’s a looker!
I promise, there was no photoshop done on this picture. He’s always making me smile but this is just hilarious!
An old peach tree in bloom safely cradles a nest left from last year.
Gorgeous patterns in the clouds lately.
A little play in between all the work to be done.
Maters in the ground…in February!
Changing shades all evening.
The Dexters like to visit the chicken coop and are small enough to fit through the door. The cows are in the coop!
Spring batch of chickies: 4 Buff Orpingtons, 4 Barred Rock, 4 Partridge Rock. That’s a dozen!
What our laying hens have been producing every day now that it’s feeling more like Spring.
Addicted to sunsets. So glad we found property where they can been enjoyed. This girl needs wide open spaces!
Several more shots from last weekend. Not missing the heat when it’s time to muck out the stable!
Perks of the job: Turns driving the tractor
Wait for me!
Winter Rye grass Alan planted around the yard before our latest rain. So wonderful to see a little green!
Mowing down the dead stubble with faith for new growth soon.
Natural, South Texas beauty.
The one mature tree on the property. A Red Oak.
It’s been a busy week! Kind of the first full week of feeling like things are back in the swing after the hectic nature of the holidays. On my list of things to do have been using up freezer food, visiting my bulk pantry items to reassess and get back into bread baking this month. I’d like to get lots of flour ground all at once and put together multiple bread mixes to put in the freezer. Maybe then I will be more consistent?!
Here is a fun Lamb Round Up photo shoot from last Saturday. The kids love to catch our newest addition to A.D. Acres in order to keep him “tame”. As the pictures will show, “Smudge the Lamb” is doing a pretty good job staying wild!
They have their methods…
Portable fencing will help…(yes, that’s our house and yes, that’s all of it;)
Can sheep fly?!
Got ’em cornered while mom holds the fence and takes pictures;)
And he makes the catch!
A New Year is a wonderful thing. A time for fresh starts and a time to set higher goals or perhaps renew some that didn’t quite get done in the past twelve months. But I’ve been burned by the “New Year’s resolution mindset”. Done in a way that set myself up for failure, they left a bad taste in my mouth. Preaching against the silliness of setting these goals at a particular time of year when we ought to be living that way every day, yadda ya… Well, something happened around this New Year’s and I must admit, I’m excited. There’s just something in the air. It’s going to be a great year for our family, and with that, I mean great things in God’s eyes, not like we’re going to have a million dollars dropped in our lap or anything. I just feel focused and focused feels good! And so begins my saga;)
I’m on track, putting away Christmas and reorganizing our very tight space in this 800 square foot house…the hubby get’s into it and is helping immensely, he’s an organizer! I have a list a mile long of what must be accomplished within the week or the year just won’t get off on the right track. So we’re chuggin’ along and…THE FLU hits the house. Dropping like flies, the whole fam (excepting myself), come down with 102 temperatures and are coughing their lungs out. So much for the tidy house! We’ve got snot rags everywhere, the sticky humidifier going, chicken soup simmering, piles of dirty dishes and hot tea flowing endlessly. There’s a bit of a hypochondriac in me when it comes to germs. If I havn’t caught it yet, I will do everything in my power to keep myself well. I probably smelled like a giant walking garlic clove but hey, I was staying well! I struggled to keep up my good attitude but DID, thank you very much. I was an awesome nurse and even kept my new year’s resolution motivation movin’ forward thing going. Deciding I had to get a central place for by new and beloved camera, older and needs to be babied computer, place to run my business, blog, pay bills, etc. Does that really need to be explained? No, but you do need to understand, every square inch that has been filled in this house needs to be justified. (One of my upcoming posts will be the nitty gritty of living in 800 square feet with six not so small people!) So, I went to Office Max and found a compact corner desk that was on clearance, (woohoo), and bought it. It’s one of those deals that comes in a flat, huge, crazy heavy box with a thousand pieces. Yep. So, I brought it home and opened it in my car and piece by piece brought it upstairs and put it together. It was a headache but I did it all myself, with the help for a few minutes by a couple of kids whose fevers had broke or they were so bored of watching tv that they pulled themselves upstairs to see if they could be better entertained watching mom be handy woman;) At one point the hubby came in and laughed at me but returned later to see I was doing just fine and affirmed that this was a really good idea and was glad I was doing it. Well, I have my office nicely put together in a room that has proved too small for anything else and it feels good.
During all this, really all of December, I had been longing for the kids to go away. You know, just for a week. Before we got back to school with a new schedule, etc. Boy, could I really get on top of things if they’d just go somewhere for a week. OK, maybe a couple days…a day. So, there tends to be a sense of humor skyward, it seems. On Friday, I came down with the bug. Hadn’t enough time passed to stop taking my fist loads of pills?! Forced to slow down…thrown flat on my back. (I have to say though, my regimin is pretty good cause I kept the fever low and did not get the horrid cough! Another post for another time.) Sweet and healthy husband and children went to church…9-noon, no kids! Had friends step in to watch my sweet and healthy children at class today 9-3, no kids…while I was feeling well enough both days to get piles of computer work accomplished, I found something funny. Though I was very excited about being child-free, the time wasn’t enough. A week wouldn’t even have been enough. There would always be something more to get done that annoying kids really slow down.
Facebook. I have had to back away. Relationally driven and like a crack addict, I’m at it all day. My phone conveniently buzzing me every time there’s activity related to me and a lot of the time not. I literally can’t rest when my phone buzzes. Got to see who it is, email, text, whathaveyou. Do I treat my family that way? Let’s see…”Mommy!”, gut reaction = dread, “what now?!, “why can’t they just get along/be quiet/behave…GO AWAY?” The Devine Humorist brings in a more serious note…Think I need a resolution? Yeah. Just going to focus on the one’s I have physically right in front of me to love and serve and live in relationship with every day. The piles will aways be there and I will get to the most important as need be but my family has me for 2013.
How do the kids handle it? I’m asked fairly frequently. They handle it fine. They know what these animals are for and though they have alot of fun with them, I guess they keep perspective. Even today, they helped with the nitty gritty of turkey butchering and had a blast! If it comes to one of our puppies having to be put down now, that’s an entirely different story. That was a rough day. But mom had to keep perspective. These are creatures given to us to be good stewards of and they’re not people. We are to care for them as best as we’re able and do what’s right if they’re not going to be able to serve their purpose or if they’re suffering. I guess I’m learning the hard lessons of farm life…or is it just life?
These cute little porkers are gonna make some good bacon!
“You smell funny.”
A luxurious charcoal bath.
Meet Elsie and Rosalie, our Irish heritage breed Dexter cows. We purchased these girls in November, 2012 and expect great things from them. They are wonderful at putting our coastal grasses to use and we look forward to having our own fresh milk!
Doesn’t she have a cute hairdo?
Playing with my Christmas present from Hubby, a Rebel T3i. A Cardinal was quite curious. While concentrating on the zoom and manual focus, the cows snuck up and started nibbling my hair!
Dexters are a bit more like a goat in their dietary choices. Scrubby is what I call it, meaning they’ll eat twigs, and leaves and such along with grass…and hair, making them pretty hardy during Winter time or drought. I even caught them one day in the back at the burn pile, happily eating a paper bag! (Should’ve grabbed my camera.)