Welcome to my highly logical, highly practical, imagination.

All it takes is the innocent FB post about a toasty wood-burning stove.
Or the stray glance at real estate blotter.

Oh people. I want a farm.

I want the quiet space of the outdoors. The room to raise my own meat.
And the rustic charm of something built for function, not just fashion.

A month ago it felt like my heart was breaking, seeing that perfect piece of homestead and knowing that I was years away from affording it. Nothing short of a winning Powerball ticket will get me anywhere near acreage for a very.long.time—if ever.

I keep busy with the garden and flock that I do have. Six raised beds and a dozen or so chickens+ducks. It’s more than most, I know that. And I love it.

Just let my practical, logical, mind wander here for a bit.
And then if I hit the jackpot—I’ll have all my thoughts and notes and dreams in one space.

Welcome friends.


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