So my final fridays are a little different than they used to be. No art walks and wine tastings here. On the last Friday of every month, we go to the Yoder chicken auction. Mennonites to methheads, and everything in between. It’s a trip.
We have more lawn than any person needs. I hate lawns. Hey, let’s put non-native, water-intensive plants that we use energy to keep artificially short. Screw that. Maybe… maybe… after we get goats… but only maybe. So we decided that, other than a fire… Continue Reading “Field of Dreams”
People who know me (Or have met me once. Or have heard stories about me) wonder how I ended up here. And why am I staying?
Who are we? Here at the Accidental Homesteader, we have two humans, three cats, and eight chickens. I’m Kate. There is the husband. We have Cleopatra, an old bitch of a cat. She’s about 11 or so. She just lost her buddy Agamemnon two… Continue Reading “Nobody Here But Us Chickens…”
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