We moved into the new farm on the last day of autumn and spent the first month in the 110 year old farmhouse with its 110 year old insulation in the coldest, wettest windiest winter ever. Or so it seemed. Renovations went on around us as the young'ns prepared the farmhouse for their arrival, and work commenced on our cottage. It's amazing what you can tolerate when you're living a dream.A good fire place and plenty of wood kept us warm, as did the many jobs that needed doing around the property.
Broken fences needed mending,
horses settled in,
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| "we're settled!" |
fallen trees collected for firewood, (Pa's favourite job, really!)
visitors shown around, especially up the big hill,
lost calves brought in from the cold, fed, and returned to the neighbour
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