Mindy’s step-dad, Steve, warned me when I first came out here that the biggest challenge I’d face would not be the different politics, or the different climate, or even the threat of getting eaten by a wild animal. It
Consider this post a PSA for those of you who are looking to downsize. I’ve blogged before about how much I love The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up. Drew and I started the KonMari method about a month before we moved,
Previous Walden Wednesdays have focused on everything from strawberries to cougars to stink bugs. In short, wild (or mostly wild) things that we have around here and decided to learn more about. Today’s entry is far more mundane. Our subject: roosters. “Roosters?” you
When Drew and I were dirt broke in Seattle (an entirely different experience than being dirt broke in the country, I’ve learned), I used to scour the internet and library for stories about people who’d successfully downsized their way to
If you follow our Facebook like you should, you might have occasionally seen a picture of me driving a backhoe. If not, here is a picture of me driving a backhoe. A backhoe is a really important piece of
The windows of our cabbage are covered in bugs right now. When Drew asked me what they were, I answered without hesitation. “Stink bugs.” Growing up, that’s always what I’d heard them called. But once I started researching for this blog
Last weekend, Mindy and I went to Seattle (or “the Coast” in local vernacular) to pick up a load of stuff and visit family. I grew up on the west side of the state. I identify strongly as a west-sider.
After literally a summer of waiting, we finally have power at the place! I expect that progress on the cabbage will speed up considerably now, hopefully with a move in date of SOON. Just a couple of steps left —
The days are getting shorter and the air is growing crisper. We’ve been very lucky to have some rain recently. It’s nice to have the dust knocked down and the smoke from the fires dampened a bit. It will take
As I was driving down from the work site the other day, I noticed a bird standing on the side of the road, near the creek (“crick” in local vernacular.) I stopped, rolled down my window, and spoke to it.