Want to see the farm-aily (my farm-family) life? This is my favorite place on earth. Let me show you around!
We moved from the suburbs of Dallas to a town about 45 minutes east of the Dallas area over 3 years ago now. Seems like we have been out here a lot longer. We bought 25 acres with a “fixer-upper” 1500 sq.ft. house. Maybe we lost our minds, maybe we are dreamers, but what is life without dreams anyways? We are going to make this place great (and safe)!
We knew we didn’t want to be in suburbia anymore. Kevin and I always dreamed of property that we can make our own and have flourish. There were sacrifices that came with making that dream a reality such as remodeling the house and adding additional sq footage to it, purchasing farm equipment to keep up with the land, and acquiring animals for the agriculture exemption. There has been a lot to do but, we were totally ready for that to start…although the progress of remodeling is excruciating. Does remodeling actually end? humph.
When Kevin and I met, he was working on this truck, a ’66 Chevy pickup. Being he was my neighbor across the street, I watched him bring the parts in bit by bit and built this beauty who’s name is Sheila. She’s a sweet thing. So sweet, she was apart of our wedding day. Now, she’s a farm workin’ girl.
And now, these two find it to be their own. 🙂
This is LeRoy. He’s our Angus bull. We brought him back from Lufkin (where Kevin is from) as a young lad. He’s quite the ladies man at this point. The two other Angus are Esmerlda and Chiquita. Esmerelda is a little on the crazy side, so we felt the name fit well. We don’t think Chiquita speaks English.
Almost everyday we go and given them carrots or cubes. It keeps them docile and friendly. Knox’s theory is if you get a carrot, so does he. He’s a classy guy and prefers not to eat the grain cubes. Good choice Knox! He must have good parents.
This is Fern and Chuck. I looove these two. The way they gallop with joy and eat your shorts while trying to feed them makes you love them more. They keep things interesting to say the least. Eating is never optional for these two, shorts or no shorts.
Phoenix, who is 10 years old has been bottle feeding them twice a day. This has been her farm duty during the summer. We thought this would be fun and beneficial to the farm instead of the flying monkey she begged for. Phoenix walks them, cleans, feeds and waters them everyday. What a girl! (In her little farm world)
Kissing? Maybe. More like licking the milk left on each other’s faces. Are they hungry? Always. Don’t tell them they are getting as big as a cow. That’s rude. 🙂
He’s so charming!! I just want to kiss him all over that face!
This is our chicken coop. Look at the center part…at one point it was a playhouse for the kids. Kevin and his Dad (both of whom are outrageously handy) built the sides out, and added a yard in the back. It can fit up to 25 chickens comfortably. I have about 13 right now including a couple roosters. This includes (but not limited to) Thelma and Louise (who is on their 3rd year here), Scabby and Gabby (you’d understand if you saw them), Blanche, Dorothy, Sophia, and Rose (the Golden Girls), Rupert and Freddy (roosters), and of course Elise, Annie, and Brenda (from the First Wives Club, you know, Goldie, Bette, and Diane). Those gals are a good time. I use to prop open the gate and let them free-range the property while I was home, until my dogs started “playing” with them. I think they see them as walking steak bones. They also started laying in very random places around the farm. Now they free-range in their backyard of the “coop-dominium”.
This is part of the garden. I ended up with 50 grape tomato plants this year, but not much more. It’s always an experiment. I never know how it’ll actually turn out. Sure is fun to see what ends up growing.
Why should he lounge on his bed or, hey, the ground? Because you get more air circulation under your belly when you lounge on top of the table. It’s hot in Texas, gosh darn. He even has a nice cup of refreshing ice water as well. This kid.
This is the back of the playhouse for the kids. What a dream, huh?! On the front is two porches with hammocks to sit in. They may never move out. We better take this down.
The place is crawling with children. They even show up in the laundry.
Have I mentioned we don’t actually ride horses?
What a blessed life we have to end our day with such breathtaking beauty.
To be continued…