Our teeny tiny farm
Sometimes I read back over a post and realize that my wording has made Poppy sound like a lazy bum. He is not that at all. You see, Poppy still works a full-time job.
Poppy loves hunting so he takes two of his hard earned vacation weeks and does just that. One week in November he deer hunts.
and a week in April he turkey hunts.
Thanks to Poppy the little red hen and her friends have their own house complete with a fenced-in yard.
The goats enjoy their own teeny tiny barn, all fenced in and what a sweet little gate I open and close throughout the day.
and it was Poppy who measured off 24 x 48' and built my teeny tiny garden with a gate. There is something magical about opening and walking through a garden gate. My very own garden gate...just like my Aunt Berlie's.
I suppose it is because of Aunt Berlie that gates are so special to me.
The gate to the chicken lot.
This gate to the goat lot.
He built the pier in 1996 right before Hurricane Fran hit and overnight filled our newly dug pond with rain water.
and the little red tool shed we ordered from Sears in 1989. Poppy put it together, building a floor inside and adding shingles to the roof and after all these years it still looks good.
then the little foot bridges in the back yard Poppy built so we would not have to jump across the wet weather creek that runs through the property.
Oh, and you may remember my bright idea of adding a Bantam lot onto the back of the chicken house. This project I intended to do this all by myself.
how tickled I was to see Poppy coming to my rescue with his nail apron tied on and bringing a level and his saw and hammer.
Poppy has worn out three chain saws over the years. There is no telling how many trees he has cut down and cut into firewood.
It was Poppy who put a cover over our front deck turning it into my favorite little country front porch. Then a couple of years ago he added a tin roof.
However...through all this, all these many years, I have been by his side every step of the way, through every building project...picking up nails and screws, running back and forth to the shop for tools and drop cords. Bringing glasses of tea and lemonade, and a few band-aids along the way. I've made sandwiches and jars of ice water, and packed lunches so we could stay outside.
The difference in the two of us now is that Poppy wants to maintain...I want to keep building and adding and changing, making the place prettier and prettier. Whew! Wasn't that a load to get off my chest! I'm wondering if any of you are still reading. : ) Thank you!