Burning The Candle


Ahh, tilling…

Call me crazy, but I love the deep, steady rumble of a rototiller. I love the smell of freshly-turned soil. I love the constant jarring battle of man vs. machine. It’s a workout. It’s a challenge. And when you’re done, what have you got to show for it?

Peace and quiet and good, tilled earth.

There’s just nothing else quite like it! Continue reading “Burning The Candle”


The Routine

I’m standing in the kitchen, stifling a yawn and rubbing the sleep from my eyes as the timer on the microwave counts slowly down to zero…

When it’s finished, I open the door and remove its contents: a little yogurt cup filled with (now) warm, soapy water. Then, using my free hand, I pick up a recycled pickle jar, a well-worn clear plastic cup (the kind most people just chuck in the garbage), and head out the door.


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MORE Goat Drama


Can I just start by saying that I HATE drama?

Really. I do.

I’m definitely more of a “peace-and-quiet-and-good-tilled-earth” kinda guy. I bend over backwards to avoid unnecessary drama in the workplace. I do everything I can to reduce drama in family interactions. Heck, I don’t even watch television or movies all that often because I can’t stand the drama!

It seems like I’m always going out of my way to rid my life of excess drama, and then what do I do?

I go out and buy some flippin’ goats — and bring in more drama than I could have ever possibly imagined! Continue reading “MORE Goat Drama”

Sometimes, you just have to say goodbye…


It’s no secret. I love having a proud old rooster strutting around our place.

I love his ancient code of chivalry; the way he’ll lay down his life for his hens, fighting against insurmountable odds; the way he’ll scratch up a fat earthworm and then call: “chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck” — until all of the ladies have had a chance at it. Heck, I don’t even mind his incessant crowing…

(Oh, who am I kidding? I LOVE the crowing! I haven’t had to wake up to an alarm clock in years!)

Plain and simple, I love roosters. Especially our rooster, Quiquiriquí — “Ricky,” for short.

Our little homestead just wouldn’t be the same without him. Continue reading “Sometimes, you just have to say goodbye…”