Pictures from around the acres. Originally posted April 9, 2012 and reposted in honor of my sister’s birthday. All pictures were taken by her.
When finished with jugs of laundry detergent, milk or juice repurpose them by washing and filling them with water (leave room for expansion). Freeze the jugs in the void spaces of your freezer. A full freezer is much more energy efficient and it will get you through short power outages by keeping the freezer cold (just don’t open the door more than absolutely necessary when the power goes out!).
If the power outage is extended and the jugs thaw, repurpose the water to wash and flush toilets (a must when you live with a well system) etc.
Shout out to my amazing friend Nath for the tip. She picked it up from her parents! See friends – there IS hope that kids will listen…they’ll just never admit it.
It’s a bleary Monday morning in western Quebec. The snow is still on the ground and the sun is hidden by a haze of clouds. I find myself dragging my feet not really sure of the cause other than I miss the sun. ⛅️
Play along with me today? What do you see in this picture? Take a moment to pay active attention to your first impressions.
Do you see snow still on the ground? A dead tree fallen over? A lack of good sun or lighting and a dreary scene? Does it make you feel blah?
I see a dead tree that could have fallen over on power lines and started a fire but did not.
I see a log that could have blocked the driveway and made me late for work but did not.
I see a tree that died and fell over just perfectly to keep it out of the way and drying off the ground. I see chainsaw work for the husband and am thankful I have him healthy and willing to take care of the job. I see a chore where the chainsaw is broken and am thankful I have the money to fix it. I see cozy fires in the fireplace with all that wood.
I see property where my kids are healthy and happy run around crawling and climbing their own castle and keep.
And I am thankful Easter Monday blessed me so that I may have naught to fight today but a silly drag in my steps to overcome.
Thankfully, my husband is the reluctant malleable type and I had but to open his mind to the idea of lawn tractors, atvs, winter hockey rinks in our yard, and bug-bitten, filthy but gloriously happy children – so pleasantly tired their snores fill the house at nighttime – to convince him we needed a rural life.
Our dream started somewhat indirectly and very slowly years ago when we bought a piece of land with a shack on it. The idea being to have a little get-away for weekends out in somewhat wilderness where we could aclimatize the girls to nature…And believe me when I say shack. Shack being the Northern Ontario version where cottage and camp have very distinct definitions. Mishapen, lopsided, log beamed, no electricy or plumbing, porcupine squatting – type of shack my Mother swore she had outgrown visiting before she even became a teenager. We bought a 1974 Shamrock trailer to stay in and camped out (picture me, shivering at 3am, in the pitch dark warming baby bottles on the bbq side burner in a pot of freezing stream water. Fun times!)
We hacked and heaved, battered clean air and good meals with our friends and family for help and even paid a few tradesmen to help us get it into perhaps what one could refer to as a “cabin”. We eventually had electricity, but no heat or water. Even flooring at one point was exciting! We experimented with a composting toilet I sourced off e-bay (awesome…IF you follow the installation instructions – yes, I’m looking at you dh) and a melange of a camping hot water heater with a plug in cooktop. But they were wonderful times!
After a few years of dragging the children literally kicking and screaming (more than once) back to the city on Sunday nights we decided the time was right to take the plunge. We were going to sell the cottage AND the city house and become country-fied for good. No more decompressing from Friday to Sunday afternoon only to scramble to get everything all packed up, loaded, unloaded and washed for the next Friday. Working for the weekend became a desire to work for the peace of soft sunshine that one can only experience as filtered through the foliage of a lot of trees that are on your property. We no longer wanted a “lot”, we dreamed of LAND. Yes, we had the acreage bug and it was itching something fierce.
to be continued….
Coffee and I are in a serious relationship. I spend moments dreaming of the perfect creamy latte warm hug. Or the ultimate espresso shot where the crema hits the back of your brain like an electric bolt of deliciousness.
I’ve been striving to recreate those steamy little cups in my miniatures for the past week or two. Last week it was tiny cups of black coffee with a faint cloud of milk and teeny shortbread cookie – to dunk of course!
This week I’ve been experimenting with coffee and a dusting of cinnamon and espresso with crema. Here they are before baking.
Next steps will be baking and experimenting with a glaze.
I haven’t decided whether to attach the spoons or not yet. leave a comment and let me know what you think! And watch for these soon in my etsy store.
I love that moment in the morning stepping out onto the porch when I search my mind for the source of the smell of wood in the morning. Then it dawns on me, ITS TREES IDIOT. And I (we) own them! Well the bank owns them presently, but every month a little tiny leaf of them becomes ours forever.
As children a lot of girls long for big weddings, pretty clothes, nice big houses and fancy cars with handsome husbands. I wanted a house on the hill, with lots of cats and to be able to write books. Oh, and a smoking hot cowboy husband. Well, my house is at the foot of a mountain and I have dogs not cats. (Turns out I prefer animals I can order around.) And my husband is a handsome hockey player instead of a cowboy, but whatevs. Hockey sticks or cattle brands, they both have a certain kink to them!
For that brief perfumed moment in the morning, I can put aside the fact that I need a water softener, the dogs are digging an even bigger trench under my treasured wrap-around porch that is slowly sinking and there are hand prints and dog snot all over my coveted extra long widows and I just think how freaking lucky I am that I am finally here! Turns out, I am a city hater. The traffic gave me heartburn, the smell reminded me of an outhouse and surprise, I hate having neighbours. I yearned for freedom, dewey grass under barefeet and sipping coffee on my porch in my nightgown with no one gawking at weirdo me.
To be continued….
Five years in our rural adventure and life is new every day. Just when we think we’re getting the swing of living out here, on our own water, maintaining our own road, and life in an older home something new happens!
I’ve opened an Etsy shop to sell my jewelry, vintage items and miniature doll house items. Crafting, vintage and miniature items has always been a fascination for me and so the shop reflects what I personally love. See the side bar for the items for sale on the store or click on the link above.
Over time we added two rabbits and since then they’ve passed away. We’ve also adopted an adorable little kitten who is an excellent mouser and even better squirreller (yes, poetic license to make that word up!). I call her Little Bit because she’s a little bit of trouble, little bit sweet and little bit spunky! I knew that first day when she tackled the pesky squirrel that got into the house that was twice her size she was a sassy little thing!
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My vision for this blog is to offer little snapshots to the world of our adventure so far and the crazy days to come. I hope you join us.