Posts from the “Milestones” Category

At long last love has arrived

Posted on February 14, 2017

We had a baby at the end of December.  And she is the best. Hot damn I love this kid.  It’s Valentine’s Day, so let me express my love.  It’s been almost two months and we are ridiculously happy with our little pumpkinseed.  Life is very different in its surface details.  We spend most of our time caring for a tiny human instead of building a tiny house.  A good day is one in which I get the dishes done and a load of laundry.  Our budget for sundries has gone up as we purchase disposable diapers (until we get a sink in, I keep telling myself) and one-handed snacks. Still, Seth and I are both us, but more so.  I like to think we’re distilling…

Inwards and Outwards

Posted on August 7, 2016

There has been a division in our life lately.  A natural division for us, I think.  It started in March when we learned that we are expecting our first baby this December, and culminated at the end of last month when some very kind folks moved our tiny house to their property so we can finish building. The division is this: Seth is focusing on the outward, aka the house, the house, the house.  It’s a big task!  Especially if we’re going to finish it in time for this baby we’re brewing.  And I’m focusing on the inwards, which (thankfully) means resting, researching house details, and daydreaming over things to sew. It’s one of the more ancient divisions: woman inside, man out.  It feels very Laura Ingalls…

This Week on the Farm: Summer Solstice

Posted on June 22, 2014

Five years ago, Seth and I got married.  We picked the first day of summer so we could use the longest day every year to celebrate ourselves and the outdoors.  (Bee tee dubs, it was one of the few really great decisions we made over the wedding season.  Why are US weddings so bloated and expensive?  I digress.) When I tell my coworkers we celebrated this year’s anniversary by working on the farm, they give me a funny look.  Don’t judge my people too harshly — they all live and work in Boston and the surrounding area.  They are not rugged farmers and volunteers.  Very few have pulled fresh vegetables from the ground, let alone recognized that farm food is far superior to restaurant food. It was a standard…

The First Tomato

Posted on July 17, 2013

I never thought we’d get here, but here we are at the night of the first tomato.  I picked this baby yesterday, that nice red jewel in yesterday’s post.  Of course, one cannot say that one grew this tomato entirely herself as it was the size of a marble when we purchased this plant.   This does not deter me from crowing. It is a Sioux by breed, though I’m not sure that matters at this point, what with the tomatoes growing so closely together.  It was red, warm, hitting its peak, and delicious.  We toasted each other and gulped it down.