30.3.15

Sweet Sap


With a carton full of fresh eggs, we walked down the gravel road to check in on our neighbors. They're seventy five and we hadn't seen them since November, so we hoped they were well.  Fifty two years of marriage {or fifty five, as Jan corrects him} has gifted them a lifetime of stories, and they love to talk.  Apparently, they were loggers for more than twenty years, living as nomads, from forest to forest, with three children, many miles from town, without electricity or water.  They worked hard, laughed hard, and loved much.  I respect them more than words.  

We showed up unannounced and only intended to stay a few minutes.  Two and a half hours and a few dozen cookies later, I said that we'd better let Lawrence finish his work before dark.  When we arrived, he was making his rounds in the woods, emptying sap buckets.  Jan says he has too many trees to handle this year.  He just looks at her and walks out to the root cellar.  She says he's got a hard head.  He came back and handed us a jar filled with amber goodness...   The sweet sap, as Luke calls it.

Maple syrup and an afternoon of story telling for a carton of eggs...  I do believe we ended up on the better end of this unexpected trade.








29.3.15

Fresh Cut Soap



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Lemongrass and thyme.  Freshly cut this morning, our homemade soap smells like in an herb garden on a warm sunny afternoon.  Sunny and warm... we can all dream, can't we?   

25.3.15

Tiny House Window






While the guys spent the afternoon installing a window {another freebe} in our tiny house mudroom, I spent the day dyeing yarn for the shop.  Tomorrow, they're talking snow.

24.3.15

Pallet Barn







After seven long days house sitting for my brother, we're finally home.  It feels so good to wake up in my own bed and get back to our daily routine.  

Homestead projects have also resumed. 

We lost so much of our stuff this year due to lack of proper storage; furniture, clothing, personal mementoes, that we decided the barn needed our attention most right now.  At the time, loosing so much seemed devastating, but it turns out that almost a year later, we don't really miss anything we lost and it's incredibly freeing to know how little we want and need now.  Pretty much everything we own will fit into this 8 x 13 ft barn.  

I think the chickens were a little disappointed that the barn wasn't for them.



22.3.15

House Sitting













A few days of house sitting for my brother and his new wife...  Hunting for agates in their sand pit. Searching for new growth in the forest.  Hot showers every single day.  Snuggling with their animals. Missing our chickens like crazy.