It was like homesickness—we wanted to raise a few chickens again, have them around, paying a fraction of their keep in eggs.
We chose Rhode Island Reds; last time we had Buff Rocks. 44 more words
When I was a child, I rode my bike to my friend’s houses. I walked to the grocery store to spend my allowance on a box of fruit roll-ups that I’d eat in a single day. 983 more words
(There have been many reasons I don’t do video, and this fiasco has added a few more to the list. Botched on G+, fouled up on Facebook, and an all-around pain, this video is hand-held and rudimentary, like me, with some free cheesy ambient music, also like me. 59 more words
In some places in Vermont, the driveway to the house can be just slightly shorter than the main road coming from town. Unless you live in a state that is rural the concept of having a half to one mile hike to the road isn’t one that fits in with normal living. 38 more words