Have you ever read The Pioneer Woman? This blog (along with Young House Love) single handedly (is that a word?) sometimes get me through my lunch hour at work. My very favorite part of The Pioneer
Goddess Woman is her Confessions. Frankly, I feel like I’m reading into my future (small scale – I only wish we had a full on ranch). I always find myself smirking and laughing out loud at her materials. She’s just so honest about everything that it’s a hoot.
She essentially sums up what I picture as the perfect life: a farm, a maybe not so clean house all the time but one that is lovingly and well lived in, livestock, poultry, a gaggle of dogs and maybe some geese, Mr. A’s God given backside in chaps, being smart enough to home-school (that one really is a dream, I’m confident but not that confident) and a hot cup of tea on the porch on a fall day. The fact is, we’re a long way from that. Hopefully within a year chickens will come, maybe a goat or two. The chaps, chainsaw as they might be, are bound to be broken out again come spring leading to one of my favorite views, and I’m not referring to a timbering tree.
If there is one thing I have down, right now as I write this it’s the “…maybe not so clean house all the time but one that is lovingly and well lived in…” part.
Where was I going with this? Side note: Mr. A will tell you that I am notorious for forgetting things. It’s really, really, really pathetic. I should have my head examined. If I could remember to.
Right – things that are important to me. I was going through my phone the other day and came across many pictures that made me smile and remind me how blessed I feel to have a simple, quiet out of the way lifestyle. There truly is nothing as sweet as loving the life you live, and going through it with your best bud by your side (or three best buds if you count the furry ones). So here they are – in no particular order…except the last one, because really – it is the most important.
The love bugs.
The crotchety Old Lady who is not longer with us
Our first “home”
Mr. A at work
Having the girls pull stunts like this when I’m feeling frumped. It’s impossible to feel frumped while they look like this.
Trust me. Country dogs are the best.
Painting. I didn’t say I was awesome. I just like painting.
The Bovinest Women Around
Enjoying the fruits of our garden, for months to come
Enjoying the fruits of nature, immediately (apples as it may be)
the feeling of freedom this gives me, and it’s only steps away from my door
and finally, for now -Mr. A. Seeing him in his element & happy is by far one of my favorite pleasures in life
Much love, happiness, homesteading and joy,