Time To Relax... What?

After receiving her last bag for this season one of my subscribers commented that I would now be able to put my feet up and relax this winter. The hard labor must be over. Well... no.

Keeping up with a 28 acre farm and a 4 bedroom 175 year old house in full renovations has shown to be a challenge. Plus being the best Mom I can be for my boys and add to that running my own business.

While the weather is still somewhat agreeable I'm racing to finish the greenhouse. I'm so close! I have a friend coming to help me this weekend and by Sunday afternoon we hope it will be all set to put the plastic on. Attaching the plastic needs a day where there is no wind. 20 knots just ain't going to work. As it's nearly always windy here I'm a little concerned but the site is quite protected so I'm sure it will be alright. After it's done and I've calmed down from dancing for joy ;) I'll be digging the whole thing up, setting up my benches and building the supports for the cucumbers and tomatoes in the Spring. Exciting!

I've done some work in the fields but have been stymied by rain and now the beds have turned to mud. Hopefully they will dry out before frost as I would like to plant some more garlic for next year.

During all this rain my thoughts have turned to the house. Living in the middle of renovations is getting on my nerves. Just one room done would be fantastic. Today I attacked the ceiling in the living room and dining room. I ripped down the remaining tongue and groove and will finish taking down the rest next week. At least then it will all be uniform and I can organize the wires. Whoever ran them must have been having a bad day. My Mom says to stretch fabric across in between the beams as both Jiprock is not in the budget right now and there is no way I'm going to attempt putting it up by myself. Maybe next winter. In the meantime my main goal is to get the living room, dining room and kitchen up to prime preferably for Christmas. I've been told by many that my muding skills leave much to be desired but heck it's a 175 year old farmhouse and I'm doing my best. After saying this though I know something else is bound to come up which requires my attention. That's just what farm living is about.