A Funny Thing Happened on the Way To The Farm.

Hello again, all. I know… I know… It has been far too long since I’ve posted here, and yes, I acknowledge that it’s all my fault. Some things had to give, and sadly this was one of them.

But I’m back. Yay/Boo

The ride to this point in time has been very interesting. I’ll try to sum it up in brief, which is difficult for me.

Never in a million years did it occur to me that my old house would sell after 12 days on the market (including a holiday weekend). I was convinced that it would take months to generate any interest in a two bedroom house with one 6×9 bathroom. I was wrong. A lovely young couple put in an offer on the place – and wanted to close in 60 days, when I had expected 90.

The packing nightmare began. 18 years of hoarding, packed and moved one pickup truck at a time.

Then a new septic system. And a radon system. And a water treatment system.

Then – oh oh, the farmhouse wasn’t ready! I had been stalling the build-out because of finances not being in place. When they suddenly were, we activated the panic button. Mat did an amazing job getting work done for us. Just amazing. We did have to find some place to stay for a while…

Enter the campground. We moved into campground local to the farm house. It was seven weeks of fun (she speaks with tongue in cheek), living in a 12×40 space with two dogs and a cat, several most determined giant millipedes and all the inventory for Lee’s Bees. The campground was lovely, the owners were lovely, but it was Purgatory and we wanted to ascend to heaven.

After the campground we spent weeks moving in and unpacking, picking up construction debris outside and working, working, working. Then I dealt with a horribly successful Christmas season with the Lee’s Bees business, which doubled in size from the year before. In between the campground and Christmas, my son graduated from Parris Island boot camp, went to Marine infantry training, graduated from that, came home on leave and is now permanently posted far away.

Blistering cold, frozen pipes, 3 cords of firewood and…….. and……….

And now we are at here. Today. That wasn’t terrible, was it? I do promise to revisit with pictures all the fun construction-y bits that you’ve missed. Next post: The Wood Stove.

(and coming soon: THE CHICKS!)

About Silver Spring Farm

I am a beekeeper and organic gardener who is in the process of turning my renovated foreclosure property into a working farm. My etsy shop is located at www.leesbeesnj.etsy.com where you can buy honey, lip balm, creams, soaps and other cool stuff. Bee happy!
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4 Responses to A Funny Thing Happened on the Way To The Farm.

  1. Bill says:

    Well worth the wait……….wecome back

  2. Joe says:

    You are a true pioneer woman and inspiration.
    Happy and Healthy 2014

  3. Emily Heath says:

    I can see why you haven’t posted in a while! Congratulations on moving into your new home.

  4. Mary Houtman Ciccolella says:

    Yikes!’ That sounds like the whole experience is exhilarating and exhausting! Can’t wait to see more pictures!

    Mary Houtman Ciccolella

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