our home

Last Friday we moved out of the campers and stayed our first night in the house. We also got our dog, Rascal. Some very sweet friends have been watching him for the last six weeks. When I was driving to their house to pick him up, I almost started crying. Now, if you know me in real life, you know that Rascal is part of our family… he’s our pet. He’s not another child (we have plenty of children). He lives outside and gets in trouble when he tries to sneak in. He’s a good dog and we’ve missed him. I think the almost tears were not necessarily about Rascal but about finally feeling like our life is getting back to normal.

Next, we need to get the chickens. But first we need to build a hen house and yard for them. So Sunday we went to the hardware store and got a great deal on some culled wood they had. After a crazy adventure that involved the older boys loosing a tire on the trailer and Carl having to leave the rest of us at the store to go help them. We ran into some friends at the store and they graciously hung out in the parking lot with us and our wood for almost an hour. And then we were “rescued” by a another friend’s son who came and got us and our wood and took us home. When we finally got home and Carl, Phoebe and Benjamin started their hen house.

The infamous trailer with the scrap lumber from the old house. Most of this will be used for the hen house and garden shed.

The house was built in 1963 and the trees are very large, like 40 ft. tall. We have four pine trees, two pecan trees, a small citrus tree and several oak trees. There’s an area in the back that doesn’t have any trees so our garden will go there along with a garden shed. We’ll put the blueberry pots near one of the pine trees since blueberries like the acid in the pine needles.

Carl has plans for a smoke house and the kids have plans to build the best ever tree house in one of the back trees.

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