Life on the Farm

Having moved onto our farm in April of 2015, we set about making ready to bring our alpacas home from where they were being agisted (boarded). A good friend of ours, Richard, came down from Canada to help Brian with fencing and other heavy work. Those boys worked hard digging holes, setting posts and then stretching the 4x4 welded wire fencing to enclose our front pasture.

The newly fenced front pasture . . .

Richard on Big Red . . .

Moving a shelter into the front pasture . . .

The girls now home and enjoying the front pasture . . .

Then came the rabbits, a barn cat named Boris, ducks, chickens, goats, and a livestock guardian dog . . .

Boris (the cat), MooMoo, Midnight and Moonbeam (the rabbits)

Thunder and Storm - English Angora

Cayuga Ducks

Heritage Breeds - Australorp and Golden Laced Wyandotte, Cinnamon Queen, Buff Orpington, Rhode Island Red

Felix and Oscar - Fainting Goats

Loki - a Maremma

We've all settled nicely into our routines and things run pretty smoothly. We've been very fortunate not to have had any casualties (save for one chicken that our dog Oliver got - I cried heavily over that chicken . . . sigh). But then it's no surprise, because we're watched over by Angels. And I'm very grateful for that.

With spring just around the corner we're very happy to have survived our first winter on the farm. And this year spring brings us five Ancona ducks and two Talhouse geese. It also brings the renovation of our front porch and some much needed landscaping. Such is life on the farm . . .

A Gentle Voice

"And your ears shall hear a word behind you:
“This is the way, walk in it,” when you would turn to the right or to the left."
Isaiah 30:21
I headed outside today in the rain to do evening chores. We have a very sound routine, Brian and I. He headed off to the barn to make ready for the goats and I headed to the chicken coop. I turned on the lights on the chicken side of the coop, tidied up, checked water and filled the food trough. Since it seemed to me they were all inside already, I did a once over and then counted them - 33 - one was missing. And then there she was being ushered in by Brian. Okay, 34 chickens. All is well. I said my goodnights, turned off the light and closed the door.

I then made my way over to the duck side of the coop. I lifted the new ramp Brian made - heavy with all the shingles for a non-slip surface - and placed it to the side of the door. I stepped in and turned on the lights. Again I went through my evening routine of tidying up, checking water and filling the food trough. I closed up the gate between the two coops and stepped outside to usher in the ducks, but they were nowhere in sight. I looked in all the usual places they forage, but didn't see them. Then, off in the distance, I caught a glimpse of one of the ducks. Smiling, and with relief, I walked to the front of the house. There I stood looking at all ten of them spread out across the front pasture.

In the rain, I watched them for a short time and then called them to me. "Come on babies - it's time for bed." With those simple words they turned from what they were doing and started waddling towards me. The sight of all those little legs moving was enough to raise a little chuckle from deep within my heart. I watched patiently as they made their way to me. Patient in the knowledge that they were safe and were making their way home.

As I walked slowly behind the ducks, I wondered how often God had called me to turn right or left, and then patiently waited while I made my way. And, when I didn't go the way he guided me to, how much more patience he had while I took my little detour, and then again started making my way on the path he had in mind for me. How much easier could I have made it for myself if I had listened to his voice? He never cajoled or ridiculed my decisions. He didn't love me any less. He knew, in due time, that I would listen to his calm, gentle voice and walk in his way.

Just like my ducks, who follow my guidance on their way home, I too want to trust and be guided by the Divine. And then, tucked safely inside the coop, to rest and prepare for another day, secure in the knowledge that I am cared for and loved.

This was originally posted on another blog I write on December 13, 2015.

Found Treasures

Imagine my delight when I discovered a new home decorating/upcycled/reuse store in Beaver Dam by the name of Twisted Sisters. The store has a beautiful ambiance and you can take your time strolling through in the hope of finding that perfect piece . . . as I have done on several occasions.

I don't go in for anything in particular. I don't need anything. But I do enjoy walking into the store and being greeted by the store's proprietress, Nancy. Nancy is full of energy and the joy she brings to her store is contagious. So even if you don't find anything on your first visit . . . or your second . . . you'll keep going back for the thrill of the hunt and to soak up the ambiance. Even if you leave with nothing you'll be inspired to reconfigure and recreate the treasures in your home.

Some of the treasures I've found at Twisted Sisters include . . .

An antique table painted with chalk paint in grey . . .

Lamp and red dictionaries . . .

Jewelry boxes . . .

A red briefcase . . .

An old wooden box . . .

A red basket that is home to my Smoky Quartz crystals . . .

A wicker chair and ottoman . . .

and so much more I'll share another time. Drop in sometime and visit Twisted Sisters in Beaver Dam, WI. Tell Nancy I sent you!

Farmhouse Soap

While visiting another blog (I wish I could remember - I'm a blog hopper - and will share when I find her back) I came across a post that had the most beautiful bar of soap I'd ever seen. Luckily, she shared the link and I'm going to do the same for you, because you're going to want this soap!

I wish you were here to smell how wonderful these soaps and lotion are. Even before opening the box I could smell the wonderfulness inside. These products are made with natural ingredients and I can tell the difference. Synthetic smells make my head and stomach sick. That's why I don't wear perfume.

Here's the link to Sweet Grass Farm . . . and enjoy!

How to Beat the Winter Blahs

Apart from taking a vacation to warmer climes, what's a person to do to lift their spirits in the middle of winter? Buy and repot plants!

I had been meaning to repot several plants that I'd purchased some time ago, but never got around to. So with a warm, sunny day on my side I set out for a plant store in Madison that I knew carried wonderful, healthy plants.

I purchased a yellow Kalanchloe (to go with the new paint in my kitchen) and variegated ivy and potted them in a new pot . . .

I also purchased a Maidenhair fern and repotted it in it's new pot . . .

Then I set about repotting the plants I already had . . .

Next time I'm in the city I'm going to purchase some moss to put at the base of the plants which I think will look nicer.

I created quite a mess in the kitchen . . . gardening is dirty work! And I managed to beat away the winter blahs . . .

Craig's List Find

This summer we're expecting family and friends visiting from Canada and nowhere to put them! So I hopped on Craig's List hoping to find a day bed that would look nice in our small fourth bedroom, but be comfortable enough for company. While conducting my search I came across this . . .

Isn't it gorgeous? Brian and I made the short trip to Milwaukee to pick it up from a young woman who was moving into a smaller place and therefore had not room for it. She inherited it from her grandparents home in Lake Geneva. Young people don't understand the value of an antique, especially one left by a grandparent. Sigh . . . I hope she doesn't later regret her decision to sell. And can you believe she was only asking $60?!!

We loaded it on our truck and were on our way.

And now it sits proudly in my living room. I'm debating whether or not to paint it. I'll take my time with that decision. For now it's home to my egg vases.

. . . and still no day bed . . .

House and Garden

Rarely do I sit and read a book that is full of gorgeous pictures. As is often the case, I flip through the pages devouring the beautiful scenes before me while overlooking the printed page. Not the case with this book. As soon as it was delivered I found myself sitting at the kitchen table actually reading what Bunny Williams had to say about her An Affair with a House. It was like sitting with an old friend as she shared her life and the details of her home.

As I read, thoughts of what I should be doing crept in. I promptly swept them aside, grabbed a cup of tea and headed for the living room and a comfy chair. The afternoon was spent visiting with Bunny.

I finished the book in just a few short hours and closed it feeling uplifted and inspired. As I looked around my humble home, I found myself thinking, "I could do that there" and "if I just moved this like this . . ."

Bunny also wrote On Garden Style which was just delivered to my door this morning. Guess what I'll be doing this afternoon?

A New View

One of the reasons I accepted Brian's desire to move into this wonky farmhouse was because of the promises made to change a few things. One of those things were some of the windows. Particularly the one in the kitchen and the one in the master bedroom (up the wonky farmhouse stairs).

Having undergone window makeovers in the kitchen and master bedroom, I now reveal to you the gorgeous new windows our contractor installed.

Kitchen window before . . .

during . . .

and AFTER with our new cabinets installed either side of the window . . .

Unfortunately, I didn't take a picture of the before of the master bedroom window, but think before kitchen window and you've got the idea.

Master bedroom window during . . .

with our bedroom furniture going in because we couldn't get it up wonky farmhouse staircase . . .

and AFTER!

I'll share the living room window renovation once it's complete with trim. It's really incredible how changing a window can give you a whole new view on life . . . and light!

A Pig in the House

I'd like to introduce you to the "pig" in A Pig in the House. His name is Finnegan and he is an 11 week old miniature pig.

You may be asking - why a pig? Because we're on a farm and it seemed like it was the one thing missing. That or a donkey. And Brian wasn't having a donkey. So I got a pig.

Finnegan was meant to go in the barn with the goats and rabbits, but when he arrived via plane from California, it seemed a little harsh to put him into the barn. At just under 8 weeks old, he was small and I just couldn't do it. So he came in the house . . . and he's been in the house ever since.

Finnegan is litter trained and he's very intelligent. When he looks at me with his hazel eyes I'm sure he's sizing me up and thinking to himself, "you stupid human". Judgment aside, he's become a most welcome companion.

So there you have it . . . a pig in the house.

Welcome to A Pig in the House

Welcome new friends and old! I’m so glad you stopped by!

Let’s see . . . where to start? Oh yes, at the beginning of the adventure that brought us (my husband, Brian, and I) to the farm.

It all started with five alpacas that we purchased in January of 2015. At the time, we thought we’d board our alpacas for a year or two until we got our ducks in a row (pardon the pun) and find the perfect farm. It didn’t take that long . . .

Sitting on the couch one evening, I came across this farm on an internet real estate site. Brian had said don’t even bother looking (he knows me so well), but as he came up from the basement and sat beside me, he told me how he had found the same farm. Hey! I thought we weren’t supposed to be looking?! Serendipity?!

In February, during a snow blizzard, we traveled from the small town we were living in to the farm to have a look see. Well, we fell in love with the place. I wasn’t too thrilled about the house though. It had wonky floors (all slanting towards the back of the house), a narrow/steep staircase, a fireplace that looked so out of place, and other features that I wasn’t too thrilled about. On the upside? The property itself was amazing! It had everything we needed and then some.

So, overlooking the wonky house, we dove in and placed an offer hoping our house would sell quickly. We were aghast when it took only seven weeks to sell our house in a town where it wasn’t uncommon for it to take at least a year (as in our neighbor’s case). We had two weeks to move. The pressure was on . . .

We did manage to pack up and move our belongings, three dogs, three parrots, and five aquariums – not without much effort. I still don’t know how we managed it.

And so we moved into the wonky house.

I hope you’ll visit often as I share with you the joy of living in a wonky farmhouse on a perfect farm.


Be Joyful,
Teresa