"Sometimes
I feel like we're moving backwards!" I complained to Mark on
Monday. From time to time, I'm guilty of what Mark calls stinking
thinking, especially when a farm problem I thought we'd licked raises
its ugly head again. In this case, I was responding to a wily chicken flying into our core homestead,
something that was never an issue until last fall, and which I thought
we'd since dealt with. But, in typical drama-queen fashion, one
hen incursion can quickly make me think the whole farm is devolving back
into the mass of thorn bushes we originally moved into.
Mark props me up well
when I go down the wrong mental pathways, but the real solution is to
look back at photos from six years ago, before we even started our
blog. During my most recent photo-therapy session, I stumbled
across these fun photos from the day when Mark talked me into splurging
on a thousand-gallon tank we'd found on Craigslist. I was dubious
about the price tag, but was quick to help as we rolled it up the hill
to its current location. That tank has since made life so much easier! Except when the ground is frozen solid, there's no more carrying water on our agendas.
Or
how about these photos of our young homestead, when we only had one
garden patch (pure shade in the winter), hadn't learned about quick hoops, and didn't have a single porch to lounge on? Even I can see we've come a long way since then.
Okay, Mark, you're right
--- our homestead looks better every year! Now, if only we could
train the orneriness out of Huckleberry....
Mark & Anna I enjoy your daily postings. You may have to clip one wing of the flyer. I have had to resort to this on a few occasions. After she tries and fails a few times she will forget about the escape efforts. She really will be at no greater risk from predators.